Date: Thu, 29 May 2003 15:25:38 -0400
From: Bobby Moreno <bobbyonall4s@hotmail.com>
Subject: Buttboy-Bobby Chapter 2

Under Brian's smug gaze, Bobby hurried across the weight room, his buttocks
hanging out and jiggling slightly.  Several men made catcalls and smacked
his bottom as he walked by.  As he entered the locker room one even
inserted an inch of his finger into Bobby's gaping, recently fucked ass.
Bobby just kept his head low.  Now that he had cum, he was busy thinking
about what Brian had said.

What did Brian have in store for him?  What did he think would help curb
Bobby's insatiable sexual appetite?

Well, Bobby had a few ideas and before long, all his wondering had gotten
him excited again.  In fact, by the time he walked through the door to his
apartment, the familiar aching in his ass had returned.

Usually he would have gone for a quickie in the park.  But right now Bobby
wanted to be alone to think.  Maybe Brian was right.  Maybe he had a
problem.  How had he gotten this way?  Why did he need to be fucked so
badly?

He flopped onto the couch and lazily ran his finger over his ass lips,
enjoying the tingling, calming sensation.

He thought back to the beginning, to the first time he had ever been
fucked.

Dr. Tyler was relatively young for a pediatrician.  He had brown,
close-cropped hair, with little tufts of silver beginning to emerge at his
temples.  He had a killer smile and the confident manner that reflected his
background as a jock and a frat boy before getting serious about medicine.

Although Dr. Tyler was not gay, he had always viewed Bobby in a sexual
light.  Perhaps this was because Bobby had not become his patient until he
was a teenager.  Perhaps it had something to do with Bobby's appearance,
which, quite unintentionally, struck most men as sexual-his boyish face,
with its pouty, puffy lips, his lean musculature and prominent ass.  More
likely though, it was Bobby's demeanor.  Although he acted like a typical
teenage boy, there was something strangely submissive about the way he
lowered his eyes and stuck out his ass.

Dr. Tyler had always noticed it and felt an unexpected rush of excitement
when Bobby would remove his clothes for examinations.

"Hey there," Dr. Tyler smiled, squeezing Bobby's hand in a vise like grip.

For some reason, part of Dr. Tyler enjoyed really squeezing Bobby's hand,
and he gave him an extra-hard grip.

"Hi," Bobby said, looking a little down in the dumps.

"What seems to be the problem?"  Dr. Tyler asked, placing the clipboard on
the examination table and straddling a stool, his slacks pulling tight
around his prominent crotch.

"Mom says I have a fever," he answered, sullenly.

Bobby's mother was overprotective and a bit of a hyperchondriac.  She was
always bringing Bobby in for phantom fevers.

"I see," he said, with a knowing nod.

As Bobby undressed for examination, Dr. Tyler observed the way his body had
developed over the past few years.  Although he still had the mind and face
of a young boy, it seemed increasingly out of place in the overdeveloped
body of a man.  The abs of his long torso stood out in ridges and his arms
and shoulders were bulking up.

As Bobby bent over to remove his pants, Dr. Tyler felt a stirring in his
own pants.

Bobby's pants slid down, revealing the pronounced curve of two muscular
oversized butt cheeks, barely encased by a pair of white boy briefs.

The sight hit Dr. Tyler in the gut.

He abruptly sat down to hide the growing bulge in his crotch.

"Everything okay?" Bobby asked coyly over his shoulder, his hand
absentmindedly smoothing the fabric over his buttocks.

"Sure, Bobby," he gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy's ass.

"We just need to take your temperature," he answered.

"Okay," Bobby consented, pulling his briefs out of his crack, where they
had ridden up seductively.

"Maybe we should take it rectally," Dr. Tyler blurted out suddenly.  The
idea had occurred to him as a way of detracting attention from his
erection.  After all, if the boy was face down, he wouldn't be able to see
it.  But, as soon as the idea occurred to him, it had seemed so appealing,
he just blurted it out.

He looked at Bobby expectantly.

Most boys his age would protest, but Bobby just shrugged.  It wasn't that
he liked the idea.  He'd never given it much thought.  It was just natural
for Bobby to do whatever Dr. Tyler asked.

"Just slip those briefs off and lay face-down on the table."

Bobby bent deep at the waist to untangle his underwear from his ankles,
giving Dr. Tyler a nice long look at those globes.  As Bobby shifted his
weight, the cheeks seperated and Dr. Tyler caught a brief glance at the
tight, hairless opening.  It didn't help his erection.

He waited until Bobby had flopped into place before standing out of view,
his enormous cock tenting his pants.

"This won't hurt a bit." He placed a hand on Bobby's ample thigh.  The
honey skin felt impossibly smooth.  Unable to help himself, he followed the
thigh slowly upward and allowed his hand to come to rest on the curve of
his buttocks.

"I just need you to spread your legs a little." Dr. Tyler was panting now.

Bobby complied, allowing his butt cheeks to seperate.

Dr. Tyler removed the thermometer and, without thinking, licked it, wetting
the entire surface with his saliva.

"Ready?" he asked, aiming the glass shaft at Bobby's tight little boy slit.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Dr. Tyler allowed the shaft to slide between
Bobby's puffy ass lips.  Although it was only necessary to insert the first
inch, Dr. Tyler slid the entire shaft in deep, holding onto the smallest
fraction of the thermometer, his masculine fingers snuggled up next to
Bobby's ass lips.

"Is that okay?"  The front of Dr. Tyler's pants was spotted with precum.

Bobby moaned what sounded something like a yes.

But Dr. Tyler could tell it was alright without Bobby saying a word.

As soon as he had got the thermometer in him, Bobby's body reacted.  His
skin broke out into gooseflesh and turned a bright red, as though
embarrassed by Bobby's arousal at the sudden penetration.

"I can take some out," Dr. Tyler offered, withdrawing an inch of the
thermometer.

Instinctively, Bobby arched his back, reaching his butt back for more.

"Alright, alright," Dr. Tyler conceded.  He plunged the length of it back
into Bobby, eliciting a shiver.

Impulsively, he inserted not just the shaft, but the tips of two fingers as
well.

"Dr. Tyler?" Bobby asked.

"Yes?" Dr. Tyler froze, afraid that Bobby might complain about the obvious
impropriety.

"I feel funny."

"How so Bobby?"

"My butt feels funny."

Dr. Tyler slowly began to remove his fingers.

"No," Bobby protested, arching his back again.

Dr. Tyler plunged the thermometer back insider, inserting two fingers along
with it.

"Is that better?" Dr. Tyler asked.

But the see-sawing in and out of Bobby's ass had gotten to him.

"A little, I guess," he answered.

"How bout now?" Dr. Tyler removed the thermometer, replacing it with the
full length of his fingers, driven knuckle-deep into the velvetty confines
of Bobby's ass.

"Oooo," Bobby cooed.

Dr. Tyler could take no more.  With his free hand, he unzipped his pants,
his dripping, swollen cock, bursting free.

"You're gonna love this baby," he said, spitting on his cock.

He removed his hand and mounted the examination table, stroking his cock.

At the withdrawel, Bobby moaned in disappointment.

"Don't worry, honey," he said, thinking about nothing except the smooth
interior of the boy's bottom.

He placed the enormously thick head of his cock up against Bobby's tender
ass lips.

"Ready, honey?"

"Oooo, yes," Bobby moaned, wiggling his bottom.

It was an awfully thick dick to take for the first time, but Bobby didn't
complain as its entire length slowly snaked into him.

"Does that make it better?" Dr. Tyler asked, pushing Bobby's face firmly
into the examination table.  There was something so exciting to him about
the fact that he was fully dressed with a tie and coat, while the boy
beneath him was completely naked and vulnerable.

"Ooo, yes," Bobby moaned again, louder.

After Dr. Tyler started pumping him good, it was difficult to keep Bobby
quiet.

Dr. Tyler pulled a lollipop out of his pocket, the kind he kept for his
younger patients and stuck it between Bobby's wet lips.

Instinctively Bobby sucked.

For five minutes Dr. Tyler pounded Bobby like a piece of meat,
simultaneously fucking his throat with the lollipop.  There was just
something about the boy that called out to be fucked in every possible
oriface.

The experience had completely changed Bobby.  For days afterward, all he
had thought about was Dr. Tyler.  How his muscles looked flexing beneath
his shirt and tie.  The bulge in his slacks.  And the feeling of his ball
sac slapping up against Bobby's ass.

A few days later he faked an illness and found his way back to Dr. Tyler's
office.

Dr. Tyler took one look at him, sitting forlorn on the examination table
and knew exactly why Bobby was there.

"Your mom says you have a sore throat," Dr. Tyler said in a condescending
tone.

Bobby nodded.

"Well, let's take a look at it."

Dr. Tyler clicked on his flashlight and Bobby tilted his head back, his
mouth open wide.

"Your tongue is in the way," Dr. Tyler grumbled.  "Say 'ahh'"

"Aahhh."

"The light's not right."  Dr. Tyler pushed Bobby down onto his knees, his
mouth still gaping.

He unzipped his fly.

"Maybe I can keep your tongue flat with this."

Bobby was so anxious to get a look at the throbbing cock, but a moment
later it was stuffed down his throat.

"This should help your throat," Dr. Tyler grunted, sliding the tube of meat
deep into Bobby's esophagus.

Once he had warmed up, Dr. Tyler had Bobby bend over and spread his ass
cheeks for him, enjoying the sight of the hapless faggot, wiggling his butt
for a good fuck.  He made Bobby touch his toes while he pumped a load into
his ass.

In fact he had Bobby hang around for quite a while.  In between patients he
would return to Bobby's room and fuck him again.  After the third fuck,
Dr. Tyler looked down at Bobby, lying face down on the floor, cum leaking
down his leg.

"You've had enough," he said, packing his thick cock back into his slacks
and zipping up.

But Bobby hadn't had enough.

He came back every week, getting fucked three times each visit.  His Mom
was worried about his health.  Bobby was too.  He knew he wanted more.


To be continued.

Comments appreciated.  Especially from tops;)