Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 12:06:49 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Living Next to Prep School, Part One" by Jay Roberts    Gay Adult/youth

++++Begone you under 18 year olds.  Only older folks allowed by author.


The new sign on the tree outside my new home said, "James Witcomb,
Veterinary Medicine".  I was a new vet, just as new as the sign.  This was
my first chance to practice what had taken me years to achieve.  At
twenty-five I was eager to get started.

I found this perfect house.  The library was easily turned into a surgery.
It had been the first home of the president of the school for many years
until the alumni funded a new house.  From my front porch, situated on the
edge of the soccer field I could see the boys playing in the afternoon, and
hear their youthful shouts.  Being somewhat drawn to younger guys, this was
heaven, though I had always suppressed my interest.

For the first few days, I had no customers, two or four legged, but on the
fourth day, as I sat drowsing on the porch, I noted the approach of a boy,
holding a collie mix in his arms.  The boy looked to be a well developed
kid of about fifteen, blond hair with open friendly features.  To be
honest, I had noticed this boy among the players and choose him as the most
appealing of the lot.

His smooth, surprisingly muscled arms cradled the dog.  He fixed me with
his clear blue eyes and spoke in a husky, boyish voice.  "Doc, this is
Buddy.  He's our mascot.  He lives in the gardener's cottage, but he plays
ball with us in the afternoon."  His eyes lowered, and his voice shook.  "I
think he is ill.  He just lays around and doesn't wag his tail.  I saw your
sign and thought..."

"Bring him into the examination room."  (I thought of saying, 'and take off
your clothes' but the thought remained unspoken.)

He deposited the dog on the table gently.  The dog lay there breathing
heavily.

As I went through the routine of checking out Buddy, I took the opportunity
of chatting with the beautiful boy.  I found out that he missed his family,
that they lived in Boston and that his father was a stock broker.

"You get lonely at school, I guess."

"Yeah, but Buddy helps.  We are great pals."  Buddy lifted his head and
looked adoringly at the boy.

"I see you are a talented soccer player."

"Thanks.  I noticed that you looked at me when I was playing.  Did you
play?  You have the build of a footy."

As a matter of fact I did, and I admitted it.

"I could tell."  He raked his eyes over me.  "You got the strong legs and
deep chest.  How old are you, middle twenties, I guess."

Shit, he was cheeky.  One would think he was coming on to me (I hoped.)
"Yes, twenty-five, and to confess, yesterday was my birthday."

"Happy Birthday, Doctor Whitcomb."

He reached out with his youthful big hand and shook mine.  "Don't be so
formal.  After all, we are both jocks.  Call me William."

He was still shaking my hand and I was getting a bit full in the prick
area.  I wondered if he noticed.

The boy was an odd mixture of manly and suggestive.  I felt that he was
trying to be seductive, especially when he pulled my arm toward him until I
my chest was touching his and kissed me on the cheek.  The damp spot from
his lips seemed to burn and I felt it during this visit.

I pulled myself together and gave my report.  "Buddy has distemper.  It's a
mild form.  I have the right medicine for him but he ought to stay quiet.
I have a hospital enclosure for that."

The boy, incidentally, his name was KC, looked worried.  "Can I visit him?"

"Sure you are completely welcome.  Just ring the bell and come in."  (I did
not say out loud that he was ringing my bell.)

After he left, I began Buddy's treatment.  He was an excellent dog, and he
seemed to know that I was helping him.

The next morning I awoke early and slipped out of bed and, without even
peeing or washing, went to check out the dog.  I was wearing only briefs.
As I entered the back that was Buddy's confinement area. I came upon KC,
bending over talking to the delighted dog.  "Howya doin' pal.  Do what the
Doc says and get better so you can play ball with us."  The dog yipped in
delight.

As for me, I was transfixed by the sight of the boy's strong back displayed
by his taut shirt and his perky young ass sticking up in the air.  Thought
KC was of slim build, his rear end was prominent, though beautifully
articulated.

I stood there, breathing a bit heavily.  The boy noticed and he stood up
looking guilty and a blush fanned out over his pink/white face.  His
features, that I analyzed for the first time, were stunning, very classic,
except for his pink colored pouty mouth that had so recently kissed my
rough check.

"I hope it's okay.  You said I could visit."

"Sure, sure.  Now give a time to clean up.  I bet you slipped out of the
school before breakfast.  I can whip you up some eggs.  How about that?"

"Sounds great.  I'm starved.  Mom says that you should start the day with a
good breakfast, but can I watch you shave?"  Then he muttered under his
breath, "And watch you pee?"

I heard it.  My prick pushed out against my jersey briefs.  He came over to
me.  "You got a piss hard on.  You better relieve yourself."

What a tease!  What a seducer!  What a weakling I was, letting him do it.
I said nothing, but headed for the living quarters part of the house.  He
followed.  I knew it.  I entered the bathroom and went over to the toilet,
first lifting the lit and seat.  I felt his heat warming me on this chilly
morning as I tried to extricate my stiff cock through the fabric baffles.

"I have the same trouble in the morning, when it is hard.  Here let me..."

He pulled my briefs down my hairy legs and watched my erect penis jump out
of its confinement.

"Oh, that's so perfect.  You're big and beautiful.  I also love your
powerful legs."

I'm just a sucker for compliments.

"Can I touch it?"

There was nothing I would like more, but I had to make objections otherwise
he'd think I was a perv.  But then, so was he.

I nodded.  He smiled.  He knew he had me.  I bet he had gotten a lot of his
classmates to accept his attentions.  Maybe he was the one who got
opportuned.  After all, he was gorgeous.

In a moment I felt his boy, jock, smooth, warm hand surrounding my erect
penis.  I sagged from the touch and he put his other hand around my back,
just above my ass and held me steady.  It was all I could do with my piss
ready cock ready to explode and the intense sexuality of the moment, not to
cum.  I was already beading up pre cum.  The situation was scar, but then I
ruined it.  I gasped out: "Sorry boi, but I can't hold back."

"You gonna cum already?"

"No pee.  I've need a good one since I woke up."

"Okay, sweet, let 'er rip.  I'll hold on."

I need no more encouragement.  Stiff as I was, I pushed my prick down and
pointed it at the bowl.  Just as he said, He held it.

"Wow, I can feel to vibration of your piss going through your shaft.  It's
cool as fuck.  Keep going, I'm getting hard over the whole thing."

He was wearing work out jersey trunks.  No underwear.  He pulled them down,
with difficulty, with one hand and let his big boyish cock get some air.
It bobbed around in excitement as I closed my eyes and ecstatically
urinated.  Finally my heavy stream became a thin one, then only spurts, and
finally just a dribble.

"Shall I shake it?" he said hopefully.

"Be my guest."

But this rascal didn't shake the way I do.  No, he shook it sideways, back
and forth, until my already plumbed up dick became rigid.

"Shall I lick off the few drops left?" he said, his voice shaking.

"Okay," I drawled out, my head spinning.

He got on his knees, my prick at his lips.  He stuck out his smooth kid's
tongue and gave my sock a long swipe.  I couldn't help it.  I groaned out,
"Please suck me."

He looked up at me and grinned. " I am usually the suckee, but you are so
sexy, and you said please, I'll do it, but don't tell Buddy, he always gets
jealous when I'm having sex."

"No more talk!"  I pushed his head against my cock.  He opened his mouth
and swallowed the whole thing, slurping madly and licking and swallowing.
I never had such sensations from a human mouth before.  I screamed, I hope
not too girlishly, with passion.  Pig that I was, I just let my cum
overtake me.  I held his head and fucked his mouth as he grunted and cried
around my pistoning prick.

Finally I empted all I had and I let loose of his cheeks.  He stood up.
"You're a fucking pig, dude.  Don't you know how to do it nicely?"

"I do, but I just went crazy.  You're so hot, you drove out all reason."

The annoyed angry left his face.  "Can I take Buddy with me?"

"Just allow him one more day here, it'll ensure he's really over the
illness."

KC shrugged.  He looked like a fifteen year old now, not the sexual
sophisticate as before.  I reached out drew him into my arms and drew him
against my hairy chest.  He nestled into my chest and hummed in pleasure at
the tenderness.

Suddenly he pulled away, all action.  "Hey Doc see you tomorrow.  Maybe we
can try something, something that is my favorite."

I pointed to his still rampant cock.  "Eh, do you want me to get you off?"

"Don't worry about it.  Soon as I get back I can get any freshman to do me.
They always have their tongues out for me."  He giggled smugly.

I wasn't sure what he meant, by 'his favorite' but I was up for anything
with this sweet, hot, sexy boi.

End Part One


The doc is in for something new for him..