Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 01:57:04 EST
From: adama1416@aol.com
Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy  Part 5

All of the usual disclaimers apply: This story contains graphic
descriptions of sex between teen aged boys and other teen aged boys, as
well as between teenaged boys and adult men. If this type of material is
illegal in your area, city, state, province, country, etc. then don't
read it. If this type of material is offensive to you, then you shouldn't
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Preface: When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to keep
a journal of the things that I did from day to day.  I look back on those
journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was younger
amaze even me.  But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever kept from
getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt.  I am glad that I
kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever found them
and read them!

Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much
earlier age than they do now.  What ever child labor laws there were, were
seldom, if ever enforced.  Some of the things that might happen to a young
boy in the workplace back then were definately against the law, but if the
boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt?

Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot
since then.  Please play safe!  Always wear a condom!


Club House Towel Boy
(My First Summer Job)
By L. Ray


Part 5


The first part of Sunday was pretty slow, even though the course was
full.  The locker room was basically empty most of the morning, even
though the pool was full and there were over fifty people out on the
course.

I was able to get the towels stocked with no interruptions at all.  When
I went to the caddy shack for my break there were only three caddies in
there, who hadn't gone out with golfers.  Tommy told me that there were
at least nine more caddies due in at noon, and there wasn't a golf cart
available other than Jerry's, and mine.  Mike was out on the course with
Randy doing a golf lesson and Jerry was over at the barn with Pete,
working on a project.  I drank my coke and told the guys that I would
catch them later on, then went back to check on towels at the pool.

Since it was Sunday, Simon wasn't in the Laundry, but there were a whole
lot of towels ready for each of the areas.  I took a full cart and an
empty soiled cart, hooked them together and headed to the pool.  Ron was
busy handing out locker keys and towels, but as soon as he saw me he put
up his sign that said "Back in 30 minutes!"  He walked over to me, and
said to leave the carts there and come with him, he wanted to show me
something in the cabana office.  I followed him across the pool area to
the other side of the snack bar and around the side where the picnic
tables were located.  Ron took a key out of the front of his Speedo and
unlocked the door.  The room was only furnished with a file cabinet, a
large steel desk with a chair, a couch, and a small radio on top of the
file cabinet.  It was really warm in the small room, and I immediately
felt myself start sweating.  Ron walked over to the file cabinet and
unlocked it, pulling out the top drawer.  He reached all the way to the
back of the drawer and pulled out a stack of magazines then put them down
on the floor in front of the couch, motioned for me to sit down, and
handed me one of the magazines.  As I flipped through the pages there
were pictures of nothing but young boys, having sex with men.  There were
fat men, thin men, bald men, men with lots of hair, and some that were
really old, but in every picture there was a young boy either sucking the
man's cock, or being fucked by it.  Some of the pictures even showed boys
who were tied up and being fucked by two men at the same time, one in the
mouth and one in the ass.

Ron was pulling his shirt over his head while I was looking at the next
magazine.

"You like those pictures Red?"

"Well, they are pretty hot and sexy."

He got up and went back to the file cabinet, then returned to the couch
with some photographs in a file folder.  As he began handing me the
photos one at a time, I noticed that some of them had been made in the
public playground close to my house.  You could see the river and the big
barges in the background, but what really got my attention was the fact
that the boys in the picture all went to my school.  In one of the
pictures, the boy was wearing a jacket with my school's name on it, but
he was naked from the waist down and bent over.  Sticking out of his butt
was a baseball bat.  Some of the photos showed two or three guys doing
things to each other, while others showed them by themselves, but in all
the pictures, they were either naked from the waist down, or completely
naked except for their school jackets.  As I was looking at the pictures,
I was getting a pretty good erection.

The telephone rang and Ron jumped up to answer it.  His dick was sticking
straight out in his Speedo, which I hadn't noticed before that.  As he
hung up the phone, he said that he had to go back out to the pool and
asked if I wanted to stay and look at the magazines, but I told him no,
that I really had to check on the towels in the locker room.  As we
approached the door, he adjusted himself so that his Speedo was covered
with his t-shirt.   Locking the door behind us, he told me to come back
when I had some more time to spend.

Inside the locker room, I took the soiled cart to the laundry and brought
back an empty and a full cart of towels.  There were only two men in the
locker room and they were nearly dressed in their regular clothes, to
leave, so nothing was said.  As I came back through the sauna area from
taking the empty towel cart to the laundry, a young guy in his twenties
was coming out of the sauna.  He looked really sexy in his towel, and
having just looked at Ron's magazines and pictures, I was a little horny
too.  He wasn't watching where he was going and nearly ran over me, but
catching himself as he grabbed hold of my shoulder.  His towel hit the
floor as he said,  "Whoa little guy, we almost had a collision there!"

He still hadn't made any effort to pick up his towel from the floor, and
I caught myself staring at his pubic area.  His soft cock looked about
three inches long, resting atop a pair of firm balls, and surrounded by a
nest of soft brown pubic hair.  I followed his treasure trail up from his
pubes to his inverted navel, and then allowed my eyes to travel up his
washboard stomach to his well defined chest.  When my eyes got to his
face, his eyes and mine locked together, and I could feel the heat from
him, as he began talking again.

"You must be Red, the new towel boy.  How are you doing today, my name's
Harry.  Mr. Hall is my uncle, he's my mom's brother, and I used to have a
job here too."  he said as he stuck out his hand.

"So, how's everybody treating you around here?  Making some pretty good
tips?"

He still hadn't made any effort to pick up his towel and I could feel my
cock starting to become erect, in my  shorts.

"Yeah, the job's great, and I am making really good tips!" I smiled as we
shook hands.

"So, are you busy right now?"

"Not really, I was just thinking about heading out to the shack and then
to the snack bar for some lunch."

"Well, I've got a better idea," he said as he finally picked up his
towel, but still didn't wrap it around himself, "Follow me!"

He led me out into the laundry room, and back past Simon's office to the
back area of the laundry.  There was a door back there marked "Private"
which he opened.  Inside the room was a bed, a record player, and a small
stack of 45 RPM records.  There was a small window, which had a  curtain
over it, and a small lamp on a table with a circular rug on the floor.
When we entered the room, he shut the door behind us and immediately
turned toward me and began pulling my shirt up and over my head.  Once he
had my shirt off, he began kissing my neck, and then down onto my chest.
As he knelt down on one knee, he slowly pulled my shorts and jock down
past my knees and then let them drop to my ankles.  He bent his upper
body forward and took my half erect cock into his mouth, sucking it
deeply into his warm, moist mouth.  It went instantly erect as he sucked
it with gusto.

I felt my knees get weak, as he placed his hand behind my back and caught
my weight, then lifted me from my feet, and stood, placing me on the bed
on my back.  He then knelt between my knees, raising them so that my feet
were flat on the mattress of the bed, then engulfed my hard cock once
more, swallowing it all the way to the base.  I could feel his chin
rubbing where there used to be hair, and it felt smooth yet very sexy.

While he was sucking my cock in and out of his hot mouth, he began
working his arms under my legs, lifting them into the air, then, taking
my cock out of his mouth, he started licking around my balls, and down
into my crack.  I felt his tongue enter me, and my body shuddered, as he
twisted it around inside.  I could feel my ass and legs lifting higher as
my back bent more and more, pushing my own cock toward my face.  I also
noticed that as he pushed my ass higher, he was also getting higher up,
onto his feet.  My cock was close enough to my face that I could get
nearly half of it into my mouth, so I opened up, turned my face so that
it would fall in, and began to suck on myself.  Once my cock was in my
mouth, Harry pushed his seven inch cock into my ass.  I couldn't believe
this new sensation, it was almost like I was sucking Harry's cock through
my own cock.  Harry began to fuck in and out, each inward thrust forcing
my own cock further into my own sucking mouth.  I couldn't believe how
good it felt, and I was beginning to approach my orgasm, a little quicker
than usual.  I slowed my sucking action in an effort to postpone my own
cumming, when Harry began to moan loudly, then yelling out, "Oh my God,
I'm cumminggggggggggggggg!  As he shot into my ass, I let go, and allowed
myself to cum.  I soon found that I couldn't control my ass muscles in
this position, but as my cum began to flood my mouth, it was almost like
it was coming from Harry rather than my own cock.

Harry kept me in this bent over position until his cock began to swell
again, and he started to fuck me again.  This caused me to become erect
again, and as he seemed to push into me harder, I was sure that more and
more of my own cock was filling my mouth, until my nose was touching my
bare pubic area.  At this point the had one foot beside my head, and one
behind my back, and was literally sitting on my right cheek, with his
cock buried all the way into me.  He pushed down with his hands, forcing
my cock all the way into my throat, as he pulled his own cock out of my
ass, and began shooting his cum into my face.  I immediately began
cumming for the second time, deep into my own throat.  Once I quit
cumming, he lowered my ass back down onto the bed, turned me onto my
stomach, and then began to massage my lower back and buttocks.  After a
few minutes, he swatted me on my bare ass with his open hand, saying,
"Let's get you dressed, then I'll dress and we'll go out to the dining
room and have some lunch.

Once I was dressed we headed out to the locker room, where Harry quickly
dressed, then reached into his pocket pulling out a bill and handing it
to me.  "I only have a hundred, but I'll give you a little more after I
pay for our lunch.  And I know it's only supposed to be fifty, but you
are too damn good for just a fifty dollar tip.  You deserve a lot more
than that!"  We headed out of the locker room, and down the hall toward
the dining room.  We talked through lunch, and I found out that I was the
first young boy he had been with since he worked at the club himself.  He
had had sex with Jerry and Randy and a couple of the others but had never
been able to bend them enough  so that they could suck their own cocks,
and I found out that he had wanted to do that with a boy ever since his
uncle had gotten him to do it when he was 14.  He told me that he could
still do it, by himself, but he liked the idea of showing another boy how
he can always suck himself off if he gets horny and there's no one around
to help him out.  After he paid the check, he handed me another fifty
dollars, and told me that he would like to get together again sometime.
He also told me to feel free to use his secret room whenever I wanted,
and handed me a key, as he cautioned, "Only Mike and Uncle Bill know
about that room, so keep it locked, and keep it quiet.

We said our goodbyes and I headed back to take care of the towels.

Back at the pool area, Ron was nowhere to be found as I restocked the
pool area with towels.  One of the lifeguards came over and asked if my
name was Red?  When I told him yes, he asked me to follow him, as he led
me back around to the pool office, where Ron had taken me before.  He
knocked on the door as a voice inside asked who it was.

"Philip" he shouted through the door.  "I brought Red around like you
asked me too."

Ron opened the door and stepped behind it, as Philip pushed me gently
into the room, following me inside.  Ron shut and locked the door, then
stepped in front of us, naked as the day he was born.  I turned slightly
at a movement behind me, to see that Philip was removing his shirt,
leaving him standing there in nothing but his Speedo.

Philip put his hands under my arms as Ron picked up my feet and the two
of them laid me on the floor, then began removing my clothes.  Philip's
Speedo encased cock was just inches from my face, as he kneeled above my
head, while Ron began licking my toes, sucking each one before moving on
to the next one.  By the time he was licking at my thigh, Philip had
managed to work his Speedo down around his knees, releasing his cock into
my full view.  Philip was a tall blonde haired boy, with a lean swimmers
build, but his cock was about eight and a half inches long.  It was also
very thin looking.  I had heard the term "Pencil Dick" at school, but
never really knew what it meant until I saw Philip's cock.  It was no
thicker than two of my fingers side by side, allowing the length to make
it look super thin, but I couldn't wait to get it into my mouth to suck
it down.  Ron was sucking on my cock and then moved so that his body was
straddling my hips.  He sat down on my cock, twisting his face a little
as he sat all the way down, then pulled completely off of me, reaching
for a pillow from the couch, which he shoved under my ass, then mounted
himself onto my cock again.  Ron began to raise and lower himself on my
hard cock, as I sucked Philip's cock into my mouth and ultimately into my
throat.  Because of how thin his cock was, I found that there was no
problem breathing around it, even though it was all the way down my
throat.

"Oh God Philip, you have got to feel this kid's cock up your ass.  You'll
never want Ricky's little mouse of a cock again, I promise!"

Philip had started to lean forward, keeping his long, thin cock moving in
and out of my mouth, as he began sucking on Ron's cock, which was
bouncing above my stomach.  After a while, Ron got up off my cock and
told Philip to trade him places.  Philip was only too eager to comply, as
he shoved his ass down onto my cock, then leaned back to allow Ron to
suck him, while Ron's hard six inch cock slid down my throat, as he told
me to be sure and let them know when I was ready to cum.

Having sucked out two loads from my own cock only an hour ago, it took me
a while to get built up to another climax, but as soon as I felt my balls
starting to tighten, I let them know it.  Philip stood up and then knelt
down in front of the couch, as Ron helped me to my feet and then he and I
sat on the edge of the couch.  He began to jerk on my  cock and his at
the same time, then told Philip to get ready, cause he could tell that I
was ready and so was he.

"As soon as you feel yourself ready to shoot, Red, stand up and let
Philip here have it in his mouth.  He's a real cum eater, that one is!
Loves cum and can't ever get enough of it!"

When I knew that I couldn't hold it any longer, I stood up.  Ron kept
pumping my cock as Philip opened his mouth and put it over the head, just
in time to catch my cum.  The whole time I shot into his mouth, he made
these little gurgling sounds.  Once I was finished, he licked my cock
clean, then turned his attention to Ron's cock, just as it exploded.
Once he was finished with Ron, he lay back on his back, and pumped his
own cock as Ron got up from the couch and went to his desk.  He came back
with what looked like a balloon, and slipped it onto Philip's cock,
apparently just at the right moment, as Philip began to shoot his cum
load into the balloon.  Once he quit cumming, Ron took the balloon off
Philip's cock and turned it up so that the open end was in his mouth, and
we watched the boy suck his cum out of it, and into his mouth.

Philip lay there on the floor, moaning and making soft cooing sounds
while I got dressed, and Ron went back over to his desk.  He came back
and handed me a hundred dollars, saying, "Mike says you boys get a
hundred from us, so here you go.  Next time though, it's just you and me,
cause I want that hot boy cum inside my ass.  But don't be afraid to come
by and use Philip any time you want.  He loves cum, and he loves to get
fucked too."

Ron looked at his watch, "guess you had better get going, it's almost
time for you to head home, and we have a group of girl scouts coming for
a private party in about an hour.  Damn I'll be glad when they finally
get that damn swimming club open over in your town, these little girls
get on my nerves with their shrill little voices when they are in the
pool."

I left the pool area, taking the soiled towels as I went.  I was glad
that I didn't have to work on Monday.


Monday morning I got my money can down from my book shelf.  I was glad
that my little brother wasn't tall enough to reach it, because I knew
that he'd get into it and tell mom how much money was there.  In less
than a week, I had already made more money than my dad made in a whole
week of driving a truck, and I didn't have to work nearly as hard as he
did.  Actually, my job was more like playing than working.  I counted my
money, made a note of it in my journal, and then put it away.  I pulled
some clothes from the drawer of my dresser and headed downstairs to get a
bath and head out to find some of my friends to play.

As I was going out the door, my mother reminded me that I had a dentist
appointment at 6:00 that evening, and to be sure and check in every once
in a while to let her know that I was ok.
Once in the garage, I unlocked my bike and headed over to one of my
friends house to see if he was home.  Oddly enough, I had friends, in
fact my best friends, who lived within a block of my house, but I went to
my friend Bobby's house first.  He lived over a mile away from me, but
there was a reason for me wanting to see him first.

Unfortunately, Bobby wasn't home, but his mother told me that he had gone
down to River Street so I headed there.

River Street was actually just a little dirt road that followed the river
bank.  For the most part, there was a factory down there that made steel
barrels, and a place with great big tanks that stored crude oil.  Farther
down the street was a path that led down to the river bank where there
was an old hobo camp that wasn't used by them anymore.  We had turned it
into a bit of a play fort, where we would go and just hang out.  Bobby
and his friend Rich had brought some Playboy magazines that Rich stole
from his older brother, and we had an old metal cooler that we would keep
our junk in, things like a bottle opener, a couple of candles, some old
rope, and of course, the Playboys.  There was also a little transistor
radio that we would use to listen to music, when one of us could get an
extra battery.  The fort itself was built of several two by fours and old
sheets of plywood that we had salvaged from the bank of the Ohio River.
I had brought nails and a hammer from home, as did Bobby and Rich, and my
other friend Joe, and we nailed the thing together.  We had seen fit to
put a couple of "spy windows" in it so that if we heard someone coming we
could look out and see who it was, and we put an old door that we found
on one side, with a lock and a hasp.

When I got close to the fort, I didn't see Bobby's bike, so I knew that
he wasn't there, and decided to leave, but just as I started back up the
path to my bike, I heard voices coming from inside the fort.

"You hold him down good and tight, cause I'm gonna' shove this thing up
that cute little hole of his!"

My heart began to race, trying to tell me that I should go away, but
curiosity was probably my biggest downfall, and I inched my way closer to
the small enclosure.  The spy windows were all closed, and someone with a
key to the lock had to have been there to unlock it, which meant that at
least one of my friends had to be inside.

I inched my way closer to the little shack until I was close enough to
lift one of the spy windows slightly.  What I saw inside made my heart
race until I thought my heart was going to beat it's way out of my
chest.  There on his knees, with his hands tied and a dirty rag shoved
into his mouth, was Rich.  They had pulled his pants down around his
ankles, and the man behind him had his cock sticking out of his pants,
which looked like they hadn't been washed in a year.  He was also wearing
a tattered old coat and a hat that had big black stains on it.  I
couldn't see the other man, but decided that they must be a couple of
hobos who had somehow caught Rich off guard, and by himself.  I sneaked
back up the path, trying to think what I could do to help my friend, when
I saw a police car coming up the street.   I jumped into the middle of
the street and started waving my arms to attract his attention, as he
turned on his red light on top of the car and pulled up.

"What's the matter son?"

Nearly out of breath, I managed to tell him what I had seen and heard.
He had me stay by his car while he got his gun from the holster and
walked down to the shack.

"You boys need to turn loose of the boy, and come on out now!  We've got
you surrounded, so just come on out and  nobody will get hurt!"

The first one of the two to come out was a young guy of about 16 or so.
He was just as dirty as the other man had appeared to be, and the officer
had him lay down on the ground.  When the other man looked out the door
of the shack, he started running down the bank when the officer fired a
shot in the air.  He dropped to his knees, begging the policeman not to
shoot him.  I ran into the shack and helped Rich get untied, and by the
time we were back up the path, the two men were in the backseat of the
cruiser, and another police cruiser had arrived on the scene.  By the
time that Rich had told his story to the two officers, I was just someone
who happened to be passing by and heard the noise.  He told them that he
didn't know me, but he was glad that I happened along.  They put him in
the back of the other cruiser, and took him home, and sent me on my way
on my bike.  I would find out the next day that our shack had been torn
down and burned, and Rich got sent to juvenile hall for the next six
weeks for trespassing.

I decided that the best thing for me to do was to go back to my
neighborhood, and see if I could hook up with the twins Ronny and Donny,
or my best friend Alan.  I found Alan at home and he called the twins,
who came over and we all played monopoly until 2:00.  I left to go to my
house and let my mom know where I was, then went back to Alan's house to
play some more games.  While I was gone, they twins had gone back home to
eat lunch, so Alan and I hung out in his room watching TV for a while.

Alan's older brother, and his best friend Frog came in, wearing their
softball uniforms.  They were covered in red dirt and both of them had
their shoes off and their shirts open, showing their slim builds through
their athletic under shirts, which might have been white at one time.

Alan's brother was 20 and Frog was a couple of months younger than him.
They were both big boys, having more muscles than I had ever seen on
anyone before I started working at the Golf Club, and I knew that Mike
and Frog both had really big cocks too.  It was Alan's brother who had
fucked me for the first time nearly two years earlier, and I found out
that same night that he had been fucking Alan for three years already at
that point.

The two of them stopped at Alan's bedroom door, and stepped into the
room, as Mike scratched his nuts through his uniform.  "So what have you
ladies been up to this afternoon?"

Alan mumbled an answer, "Just playing monopoly, and watching TV."

Mike looked at Frog, "Well, we lost our game today, and we need some
comforting!"

"Yeah!" Frog added, as he hefted his nuts with his right hand,  "my cock
needs some serious attention!"

Alan and I looked at one another, then back toward the two standing at
the door, then Alan spoke up, "Well, you guys probably stink, so go take
a shower, and we'll be ready when you get out."

"I've got a better idea." said Mike, "You two can come down to the
basement, and give us a shower down there, and we can take care of our
hurting cocks at the same time!"

Alan and I got up off the bed as Mike and Frog went to Mike's room and
dropped their clothes into a heap on the floor, then led us down the
hall, stopping long enough to grab some towels, and then we all headed
down the stairs to the kitchen, where Mike opened the basement door and
we all headed down those stairs as well.  Once at the bottom of the
stairs we crossed the room to the big cement block shower that stood in
one corner.  Mike got the water running while Alan and I peeled off our
clothes and we all got in.

I was soaping Mike down, and Alan was working on Frog, when Frog spoke
up, "Hey Mike, you fucked Red the last time, how about I take a turn this
time?"

Mike looked at Alan and me, then turned back to Frog, "Sure, why not,
what are buddies for if not to share!"

Alan and I traded places and Forg's cock got long and hard as I worked
the soap over his body with my hands, paying special attention to his
cock and balls.  Frog got under the spray and rinsed himself down, then
grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the shelf along the top of the shower
wall.  He poured a good amount of it into his hand and bent me forward as
his hand immediately went to my ass hole, where he worked the baby oil in
good.  He then coated his cock with more oil and began to push it into
me.  From my position, I was watching Mike push himself into Alan, who
was smiling a devilish smile at me, as his big brother entered him.  We
were close enough together, that we only had to reach out our hands to
stroke each other's cocks while the other two fucked into us, going in
and out as they built up their rhythms.  I could feel Alan's cock start
to swell in my hand, and knew that he was ready to cum, and could feel my
own climax building too.  As we both shot our loads into one another's
hands, we locked our mouths together in a deep tongue duel.  Our ass
muscles contracted, squeezing tightly on the cocks that were buried deep
within us, and Mike and Frog both released their huge loads deep inside
of us.  When we were finished, Mike ate the cum from Alan's hand as Frog
ate what was in my hand.  We washed ourselves again, dried and dressed,
then headed back up to the living room to watch TV.  I looked at the big
ugly clock that Alan's mom had on the wall and noticed that it was almost
5:00, and I told them that I had to go to my dentist appointment.  As I
was leaving, Mike suggested that I see if I could spend the night with
Alan, and we could all fuck and suck all night long.  I told him that I
would try.  I rode my bike up the alley, parked it in the side yard, and
went upstairs to eat dinner, then brushed my teeth and headed for Dr.
Bill's office.

I arrived at 5:45, and when I entered the side door of the office, Dr.
Bill stepped out of one of the exam rooms, told me to have a seat while
he finished up with a patient, and he'd be right with me.  I sat down and
thumbed through a magazine until I got bored, then got up to wander
around the waiting area.  There was a large fish tank on a side table,
and I looked at the fish for a while, then got bored with them.  As I
began to wander around the room, I heard some familiar noises coming from
the exam room, and sneaked toward the door.  There was a boy of about 16
in the chair, and he was moaning loudly, not from anything Dr. Bill was
doing to his mouth, but rather what he was doing to his cock.  Dr. Bill
was sucking the boy's cock, and I watched quietly as the boy went stiff,
and I knew that he was filling Dr. Bill's mouth full of his teen cum.  As
soon as I saw Dr. Bill start to raise up, I hurried back to a seat in the
waiting area, where I was sitting when Dr. Bill called me back.  As I
passed the boy on my way into the exam room, I recognized him from
school, and we merely smiled at one another as he left.

I took my seat in the exam chair, as Dr. Bill began his examination of my
mouth, starting with an x-ray.  He left the room and came back shortly
saying that there were no cavities, and everything looked good, but he
wanted to do a visual exam just to be safe.  He leaned into the chair and
pressed his crotch against my hand on the arm rest, as he had me open
wide.  Once he was satisfied that everything looked good,  he leaned back
and began to remove his white smock shirt, exposing his bare abdomen and
chest to me.

"Why don't you get comfortable, while I go lock the door and gather up a
few things that we can play with, while we have some fun."

As Dr. Bill left the room, I began removing my clothes, leaving on my
socks, and the paper bib that Dr. Bill had put around my neck.  I'm
really not sure why I left the bib, but it seemed sort of a funny thing
to do, so I did it.

When Dr. Bill returned, he had several items in his hands which included
a tube of some kind of ointment, a large bottle of baby oil, and s bowl
of something that looked like plaster.  There was also a jar of
something  called "Liquid-cast."  He placed the items on the little table
that was used to put the dentist tools on, and I noticed that he hadn't
put the tools away yet either.  There was one of those little things with
a mirror on the end, and a scraper thing, and two or three things that
looked like pliers, then there was another tool that I didn't recognize
as a dentist tool.  I had seen them laying on the table at my regular
doctor's office, but couldn't imagine what they would be for.  It looked
like a duck's bill on one end and had a handle that had two grips and a
hinge.  It was made out of metal.

Dr. Bill took his smock off completely, and then removed his pants and
shoes, standing there in his underwear and a pair of black socks with
those funny looking elastic bands that went around his calves and had a
clip that attached to the top of the socks, like the ones on a ladies
girdle that hold up her stockings.

Dr. Bill picked up the bowl of plaster and asked me, "What do you think
about us making a model of that hot cock of yours?"

"How can you do that?  Models are made out of plastic and come in boxes
from the ten cent store!"
"Well, this is a different kind of model.  What we'll do is get your dick
hard and then cover it with this plaster.  Then we'll pour a liquid in
the plaster mold that we make and in about 30 minutes we'll clean the
plaster off and we'll have an exact replica of that beautiful dick!  It's
real easy and a lot of fun too, because the plaster feels all warm on
your dick!"

It sounded a little messy, but at the same time, I was interested in
seeing how it worked, so I agreed.

Dr. Bill took the bowl and put some water in with the plaster and began
to stir it, while he got my dick into his mouth and got it good and
hard.  Once he had me as hard as a rock, he coated it with the baby oil,
and then began to spread the plaster onto it, putting it on pretty
thickly.  He kept tickling around my hole with his free hand, which kept
my dick hard and standing straight up.  I could definitely feel the heat
starting to come up from the plaster, and it felt like it was shrinking
tighter around my hard dick.  After about ten minutes he stopped playing
with my hole, and allowed my dick to shrink, which made it slip right out
of the plaster, which Dr. Bill set straight up in a tray with a sort of
cup in it.  He then took the jar of Liquid-cast and poured some of it
into a large cup and added some stuff from a little brown bottle, then
stirred it with a Popsicle stick and poured the mixture into the plaster
from my dick and set it aside.

He got a towel and wet it in warm water from the sink and began cleaning
the little bits of plaster from my dick, legs and belly, and the warmth,
combined with his manipulations, made my dick get hard again.  Dr. Bill
then took the tube from the table, opened it and squirted a large amount
of a brownish colored liquid onto his fingers, which he reached down and
began working into my ass hole.

"This will make your hole a little numb.  It's called Lidocain get, and I
rub it on your gums before I give you the Novocain shot."

He continued to work the stuff into my hole for several minutes, and by
the time he stopped, he had four fingers up inside me.  Then he picked up
the metal thing and covered it with baby oil and began to work it into
me.  Once it was inside, I couldn't really feel it, until he started to
squeeze the two parts of the handle together.  I felt the thing spread me
way open inside my hole.  He took a little flashlight and shined it up
inside of me, and looked around.  I felt him sticking something way up
inside there, and then felt a stream of water shooting into me, and the
water was running back out, and onto the floor.  It sort of tickled, but
at the same time, the force of the water was stinging a little.  When he
took the water nozzle out of my ass and removed the tool, he looked at me
and smiled, "Clean as a whistle now!  But somebody has fucked that hole
already today, haven't they?"

I smiled, nodding my head as he continued,  "Well, no matter, because
it's totally clean now!"

Dr. Bill turned and checked the mold thing , then turned back to me.
"How about I stick my big cock up in there while we wait for your dildo
to get done?"

"What's a dildo, Dr. Bill?"

"It's a plastic or rubber replica, or model, of a cock.  Some people use
them when they don't have someone else around to fuck them with the real
thing."

"So, you're making a dildo of my cock?"

"Yep, that's exactly what we're making.  Do you know Shorty, the boy who
was here when you got here?"

"Yeah, I've seen him around school. Why?"

"I made a dildo of his cock too.  He has about the same size cock as you
do, but he's not circumcised!  Would you like to see it?"

"Sure!"


Dr. Bill opened a cabinet and took down something wrapped in a towel,
then began to unwrap it.  He handed me the hard, rubber like, replica of
the cock.  It was as big as mine was hard and I could see the veins and
even where it looked like skin was pulled all the way up over the head,
with only a little opening, allowing the tip of the head to show
through.  I thought to myself how it would feel to have it, or better
yet, the real one inside my hole, or even down my throat.  Dr. Bill must
have read my mind, because as he took the imitation cock into his hand,
he began to apply a generous coating of oil to it, and pushed it at my
hole.

My hole opened up to allow it to slide inside, and Dr. Bill began to move
it in and out of my ass, as he leaned forward, sucking my rapidly
stiffening cock into his mouth.  As I moaned from the feelings Dr. Bill
increased his sucking action, causing the sensations in my cock to rise
faster, as I felt my climax approaching.  Dr. Bill then pulled his mouth
all the way to the head of my cock, swirling his tongue rapidly around
the sensitive head, as I shot load after load of my young, hot cum into
his waiting mouth.  Once my body had stopped vibrating from my orgasm,
Dr. Bill pulled the dildo from my hole and laid it on the table with the
instruments.  He then moved himself up to the edge of the chair and
lifted my legs into the air as he moved his cock to my hole and slid it
in.  He hadn't made more than three strokes, when he began shooting his
load deep inside of me.  Once he had fully recovered, he stepped back and
felt of the dildo he had made of my cock, then lifted it from the cup
holder and turned off the water in the sink to clean the plaster off of
it.  Once all of the plaster was cleaned off, he handed me the dildo.
"So what do you think?"

I looked it over carefully, "Wow, that's amazing!  It really looks like
my cock when it's hard.  I can even see my pee hole!"

"Pretty cool, huh?"

"Yeah, can we make another one, so I can have one too?"

"Sure, in fact, I'll make you one right now if you want me too."

"That would be so cool!"

Dr. Bill left the room to get some more plaster and returned moments
later.

"Do you have others too?"

"I sure do.  In fact, I have one that I know you'll like."  He turned and
opened the cabinet again, reaching into it and getting a box which he
placed on the counter.  He pulled a cock out that looked quite a bit
bigger than mine and handed it to me.  It had the letters "R C" cut into
the bottom end of it, "Ronnie Charles?"  I asked looking up at Dr. Bill.

"It certainly is, and I just made it on this morning!  In fact,"  He
reached into the box again then handed me a second one, identical to the
one I already had in my hand, "This one is for you!"   I looked up, not
knowing what to say.  "He had me make it especially for you, he was
planning on giving it to you at the club, on Wednesday, but when I told
him that you would be here this evening, he asked me to give it to you
for him!"

I smiled a wicked little smile as I rubbed the head of the dildo across
my lips, imagining what his cock would really taste like, as I stuck my
tongue out to gently lick the pee hole at the tip.

After Dr. Bill made the second mold from my cock, I helped him clean up
the mess we had made while it set, then, my new treasures safely in a
bag, I mounted my bike, turned on the headlight, and headed home!  I
couldn't wait until I was alone in my room so that I could work the dildo
of Ronnie's cock into my hole!