Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 05:38:02 -0600
From: FD Campbell <peterbilt222@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Horny Groom

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			      The Horny Groom
				 (Revised)


I was on a weekend retreat from the grueling summer, before the start of
school at which time hundreds of boys would be coming in for their sports
physicals. I was looking forward to it. I was now a certified PA,
Physician's Assistant, so it would be a real hands-on experience for
me. The bed and breakfast in the tiny town of Johnsburg was my favorite
get-away.

It was 2:00 a.m. and I was sitting in the quiet of the breakfast room where
the lights were dimmed to a soft hue. I heard the door and looked up to see
a good-looking, built young man come in wearing a pair of short, thin
running shorts and T-shirt. He was barefoot and his hair was damp and
unruly. I knew instinctively that he was the newly-wed that belonged to the
much-decorated sports car in the bed and breakfast parking lot.

"Good morning," he said as he drew a cup of coffee.

"I thought I was the only one up and about." I watched his thick thigh
muscles bulge and leap as he moved.

"I've been up for quite awhile," he said, "all night, actually."

Yeah, I'll bet he was, I thought I saw a grin on his lips but maybe it was
only in his deep blue eyes. "Are you enjoying your honeymoon?" I asked;
dumb question.

He gave me a grinning look, "How did you know I'm on my honeymoon?"

"It's written all over your face," I said.

"Oh yeah? You mean it shows?"

"Only a newly married man has that look," I observed. "I'll bet I could
also spot your wife in a crowd."

"And what kind of look would she have?" he asked.

"Starry-eyed, a smile she couldn't get rid of, and a look of satisfaction
and great contentment."

"Well, I'm sure trying," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Oh, I doubt you have to try very hard," I said.

"It's in my nature to try hard." He stirred his coffee and motioned if it
was okay if he sat down. "Are you married?" he asked.

"I was. It didn't work out," I said.

"Why not?"

"It wasn't in my nature," I said.

"I was hoping you could give me some pointers," he joked.

"I doubt you need any pointers from me or anybody else," I said.

"Oh? What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, I get the impression that you know your way around a
honeymoon."

He smiled. "I'm doing okay but there's always room for improvement, isn't
there? Every woman is different; I'm sure finding that out."

I smiled back. "Would your new wife approve of you talking to a perfect
stranger about other women?"

"Sorry, my name is Taylor Black," he said putting out his hand.

"Brad Nolan," I said.

"Now we're not strangers," he said. "What do you do?" he asked.

"I'm a physician's assistant. I can see patients, give physicals, and
recommend treatment. I refer anything that I think is serious to the
doctor, but I can't write prescriptions. I work in a sports medicine clinic
so we specialize in giving physicals to the athletes from the junior
college and most of the schools in the area."

"Can I ask what you're writing?"

"Fiction," I replied.

"What about?" he asked.

"You don't want to know," I said.

"Why wouldn't I want to know?"

"It's not something I think you would be interested in. Is your wife
asleep?" I asked to change the subject.

"Yeah...uhhhhh...taking a break," he said with that grin again.

"Well, she's not like candy in a candy dish; she's going to be there for a
long, long time, and hopefully anytime."

"Yours wasn't," he reminded me.

"Mine were extenuating circumstances," I said.

"You're wrong, she's just like candy in a candy dish," he said.

I laughed. "I won't even ask where you could go with that."

"I just know I can't get enough of her," he said. He laughed. "She thinks
I'm crazed."

"Are you?"

"Crazed about her. You should see her. She's beautiful," he said.

"Yes, I'm sure she is."

"It's just going to take awhile, I guess," he said with a sigh. "My dad
told me it would. I'm just not sure I can be that patient."

"Take awhile?' I sensed for the fist time that something was wrong.

"For her to get used to me," he said, without elaborating.

"Marriage always takes some getting used to," I said. "And it usually takes
a very long time."

"I just hope she's got the patience," he said.

"It's usually the man who has to be patient."

"I am. But I...well...I shouldn't be talking to you about this, but...I'm
pretty much non-stop once I get up and going, which can happen just by
looking at her." he chuckled. "But you're right, I shouldn't be telling you
all of this," he said looking down.

"I don't mind listening, but you have to be comfortable with it," I said.

"Well, you're real easy to talk to and it's just you and me, and you are
sort of a doctor. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"No, of course not. You said we're not strangers now."

Well, part of the problem is...well, I...I'm...pretty big, where it counts,
you know...you're a doctor, you can understand that, you've seen lots of
jocks."

"None that I considered abnormally large," I said. "And I'm a PA, not a
doctor."

"Almost a doctor. Close enough," he said. "I should have come to you for a
physical before I got married. Maybe you could have recommended something."

"There's not really anything I could recommend for that," I said. "Any
recommendation should have been directed to your wife."

"Oh, there's something she can do?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes. A relaxant she could take, for example."

"A relaxant? What does it do, put her out?" he asked.

"No, no. It just relaxes her, which causes her vagina to become more
relaxed and pliable, which in turn lets her be more relaxed and
receptive. It's a domino effect."

"Man, I wish you could write me a prescription for some of that stuff," he
said.

"Sorry, I can't write prescriptions. But if the conversation comes around
to it, you could gently suggest that she see her doctor. You could tell her
you read something, not that you've talked to me about it."

"I'll do that. Man, what I wouldn't give to sink all the way in." He caught
himself and blushed. "Sorry, I shouldn't be talking like that."

"It's okay," I assured him, laughing.

"Well, meanwhile, I am showing her all the other ways I can make her happy
so she won't be scared."

"If you don't mind my asking..."

"I was a trumpet player. Let's just say I have a very strong and talented
tongue," he said with a cocky grin.

"That's wonderful that you can be so comfortable with each other so early
in your marriage," I said.

"It's nothing to be uncomfortable about," he said with a shrug.

"No, it isn't. But you would be surprised how few men are willing to use
that technique. You are to be commended. Not many men are that concerned or
considerate of their wife's pleasure...or that talented," I added.

"Hey, that's what it's all about, isn't it? Her pleasure is all that
matters to me... mine comes along naturally with the territory."

"Someday very soon your wife will come to realize what a lucky woman she
is, despite what you say is your exceptional size," I said.

"Damn, I hope you're right. Right now I think she's probably wondering what
she got herself into."

"Actually, I was about to ask, a minute ago, how oversized do you think you
are? Perhaps that's not the entire problem." He laid his hands on the table
about a foot apart. "Oh," I said quietly, wondering if he might be
exaggerating.

"Yeah; and about that big around," he said, curling his fingers around his
wrist.

"Oh. I see."

"Yeah; pretty monstrous," he said.

"Don't say that. Men pray to be built like that. So do a lot of women."

"I don't think Linda prayed for what she got," he said, laughing. "I think
she's praying I just go away for awhile; which is what I'm doing, to give
her a rest."

"Well, Taylor, in the meantime, there are ways of taking care of your own
problem--I'm sure you haven't forgotten how."

"Oh...no. And believe me, I've had plenty of practice," he said, laughing.

"Some women don't mind that being a part of sex. You might explore that
option with her," I suggested.

"Linda doesn't mind, but after all of these years of sneaking around, I'm
not used to doing it in front of anybody," he said, laughing. "Actually, I
did it last night, though and she seemed to like watching me. She went nuts
when I...when I shot off. I thought she might get mad when I sprayed both
of us, but she loved it."

"Well, I think you've got a very understanding and loving wife," I
said. "And she has a very loving and understand husband. You're obviously
very comfortable with each other. You've got a good solid foundation to
build on."

"Let's just hope the foundation is as solid as my cock is most of the
time," he joked.

"I might suggest, too--there is always oral sex..."

"What do you think I've been doing?" he cut in. "Oh, you mean the other way
around. She hasn't come around to that idea yet. She hasn't mentioned it
and I'm not going to ask her. That's something she has to want to do on her
own."

"Actually, I was going to say oral sex...on the side, if you will," I went
on. "Some people don't believe that's cheating, but of course that is a
matter of preference."

"Man, I would have to have her wore down to a frazzle before she would even
think about letting me get head from some other woman," he said.

"Then you might consider the alternative. She might not be so reluctant if
it was another man instead of another woman," I said, "not that I'm
advocating it; I'm just offering a clinical suggestion."

"I never thought of that; letting another guy go down on me."

"I'm surprised it hasn't already happened. You are an extremely attractive
young man--very well built, and with your size problem--well that would be
pure heaven to another male. I'm not suggesting it, necessarily, you
understand; it's just a medical observation," said again.

"And a good one at that, but I wouldn't know how to go about it with
another guy. I mean, do they have male prostitutes or something? Maybe you
could give me some pointers...you counsel jocks and stuff."

"I don't counsel teenage athletes on oral sex," I said emphatically. "But
you only have to keep your eyes open."

"What am I supposed to be looking for?" he asked.

"Eye contact...you might not recognize the look at first but you will
always be aware of eye contact, and the look will follow," I told him.

He looked at me and our eyes met but I wasn't sure he saw anything. He
looked away. But then he looked back and our eyes met again and a think
trace of a smile curled his lips. "If I didn't know better, Doc...well,
actually, I don't know better, but I, uh...I can't help wondering if...if
maybe I'm seeing the look right now."

"There has to be a look back before you can know for sure. A look that says
you're interested," I said. He looked right into my eyes, a hard, intense
gaze, as if he were looking into my soul. It made a shiver run down my
spine and caused a tingling feeling way back between my legs; one of those
feelings that starts in your ass and moves to your balls.

"How's that?" he asked with a grin as he dropped one hand under the
table. I saw the muscles in his arms flex as he moved his hand.

"Pretty good for the first attempt," I said. I had him! And it was so easy!

He looked at his watch again. I glanced at mine. Then I downed the rest of
my coffee. "I think I'll go back to my room," I said. "Room 28, third
floor. If your wife won't miss you..." There, the invitation was out
there. I didn't know if he would come to my room with me but I was sure he
was thinking about it. He lingered back when I went to the elevator and I
wasn't sure what he would do. I guess he didn't have to think about it very
hard.

"Hey, hold the elevator, will you? I'm on your floor," he said, catching up
with me. But he still wasn't committing himself to anything. He didn't look
at me as we rode the elevator up to the third floor. The elevator stopped
and we were waiting the few seconds for it to settle and the doors to open.

"She would probably be glad I'm gone," he said in a husky tone. He was
asking for encouragement. I glanced up but he was looking down at his feet.

"You need to look at me, in the eyes, to be sure you want to do this...so
you'll know it's the right thing," I said.

He lifted his eyes and gave me an unwavering look. "I want to do it. I'll
decide later if it was the right thing to do."  And with that, he followed
me out of the elevator.

I let us into my room and closed the door. "Are you sure about your
wife....that she won't wake up and miss you?"

"I'm sure. I told her I was going for a walk. And I did, didn't I? I walked
down the hallway."

I could tell he was uncomfortable, nervous. "There's no need to be
nervous," I said. "Do you want to get comfortable? Take off your clothes,
or down to where you feel comfortable?"

"I was a jock in school. I'm used to being comfortable naked," he said as
he tugged his T-shirt out of his shorts, "What about you?" he asked as he
peeled his T-shirt off.

"Wow!" I exclaimed when I saw his bare upper body. His chest muscles were
like two big, delicious steaks capped with dark brown mushrooms that his
tits stuck out of. His shoulders looked even broader out of his shirt and
his arms bulged. He had abs to die for. I got a good idea what he was
talking about...his problem...by looking at the pouch of his briefs. He
obviously had a lot of meat packed in there.

"What about you?" he asked again.

"Give me a minute catch my breath," I said, raking my eyes over his
incredible body.

"I just thought we should both strip down, it'd make things more even."

"I don't really think you want things to be even, do you?" I said.

"Okay....no...not that way... just both strip down is what I meant," he
said.

"I know what you meant," I said, laughing. I pulled off my shirt and
stepped out of my shoes.

"I said you were an easy guy to talk to. You're an easy guy to be with,
too" he said.

It's part of the practice, putting young guys at ease without their clothes
on," I said.

"Well, you're good at it. I feel like I'm undressing in front of one of my
buddies in the locker room," he said as he peeled his shorts down off his
hips. He bent to take them all the way off.

"I'm glad you...feel....that....way," I stammered as he straightened. "My
Godd!" I gasped. His cock sort of unfurled from its own weight and hung
down thick and heavy, about six inches. The head itself was heavy enough to
stretch the rest of his cock downward. I couldn't help noticing his thick,
muscular thighs that V-d down from the apex; it was as if they were
designed to support his heavy manhood.

"Yeah, I told you," he said.

Was your wife...a virgin?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, which only compounds the problem," he said. I stepped over and took
his cock in my hand. He jumped at my touch but then laughed softly and
relaxed. "I'm not used to having another guy's hand on me like that," he
confessed.

His cock was heavy. I cupped his ball with my other hand. "They're heavy,"
I said.

"They're full."

"You're on your honeymoon, how could they be full?" I asked.

"You're holding the problem in your other hand," he said, causing his cock
to throb hard.

"No...no, there is no problem," I assured him. "It's just a matter of
getting used to each other."

"Come on, Doc, what would you think if you were suddenly faced with this?"
he asked, motioning to his huge cock. "Well, I guess you're gonna
be...aren't you?" he said answering his own question with a chuckle.

"I'm going to try," I said.

"See, you're having doubts," he said.

I pulled on his cock and it grew in my hand. It very quickly out-grew my
hand and I had to squeeze to get my fingers around its girth, then he was
so hard I couldn't squeeze and my fingers wouldn't reach all the way around
it. It stuck out through my fist about six inches. I put my other hand
around the shaft there was still three or four inches of cock sticking out
of my hands.

"Now you see the problem," he said.

"Stop saying that. There is no problem," I said again. "The problem would
be if you were impatient and concerned only with your own pleasure, which
you are not."

"Oh, I'm concerned all right," he said, laughing. "But that's secondary."

"Right now, it looks pretty primary. It feels downright urgent," I
said. His cock bucked and throbbed in my hand, begging for attention. The
head swelled out in steady pulsations, flaring out wide, like it was
breathing. I glanced up and his eyes met mine, pleading. He was in such
agony. I was pondering whether I could take him in my ass. I tried to
imagine what it would feel like to have my asshole pried open with the huge
hunk of meat. Could I even handle it? Could I take all of him? If I
started, I would have to; there would be no backing out.

"So, are you, uh...gonna....s-suck it?" he asked hoarsely.

"Let me see what I can do with it," I said as I went slowly to my knees, in
awe of the magnificent tool. I licked the underside of his cock from the
base up to the head as it quivered over my face. At the top I lapped up the
ball juice that boiled out and cascaded down over the head. He tasted good;
fresh, with an acrid sweetness with a flavor of raw potency. Mann, what
must his semen taste like! I kissed back down his cock and nuzzled his
balls. They felt formidable against my face. I sucked one into my mouth.

"Oohhnnnnn," he moaned softly. I moved to the other one and he moaned
again. They were too big to suck them both in my mouth at the same time. I
munched on his balls for a moment then moved back up to his cock. He had it
aimed straight outward with his thumb pushing down on the base. He wanted
me to take him. I licked off the ball juice again then wrapped my lips
around the bulbous head.

"Awwwhhhhh!" he gasped. His hands hung at his sides, clenching helplessly
and the muscles in his thighs twitched and I thought for a moment that he
might be cumming already. I slid my lips down around the thick shaft. I
could see my lips distended something awful around his incredibly thick
girth. Much more cock and I think my jaws would've locked; I lavered my
tongue around all of his cock that I could reach.

"Ohhh, Geezussss!" he swore through clenched teeth as he put his hand on
top of my head. I took all I could and held it in my mouth for a
moment. The head swelled out, anxiously pressing against the opening of my
throat. He put a little pressure on the back of my head but I reared back;
he was just too damned big. But then he was satisfied when I moved my mouth
back down his cock and began sucking him.

"Ohhhhhhh...OHhhhh, yeahhh...awwww, fuck, yeah, suck it!" He put both hands
around my head and was thrusting his cock into my mouth. I wrapped one hand
around his cock to check his thrusts and keep him from plunging the huge
hunk of meat into my throat. I wanted him so bad, but he could do some
serious damage. I was thinking, too, of the damage he could do to a guy's
ass, but I still wasn't ruling it out.

With one hand around his cock, I explored his hard, smooth muscles with the
other; down and around his thighs, down to his calves. And around his
butt... Goddd, his butt was so nice and round and tight! When he clenched
the muscles to thrust his cock, his butt felt like bowling balls. His legs
were trembling and his abs twitched and trembled under my touch.

"Ohh, Godd, I never had anything feel so good in my life! I never dreamed
anything could feel so good!" he moaned.

I was glad I was able to make him feel so good but I had to wonder about
his wife; why she hadn't made him feel just as good. I sucked him with
gratitude, knowing that I might not ever again find such a beautiful and
huge cock, especially attached to such a gorgeous male, and one so willing
and eager to give himself up to me. A couple of times I paused just to gaze
at his cock, to make sure he was real; I had to remind myself that it
wasn't a dream after all, and confirmed the wonderful truth by taking him
in my mouth again.

"Awww, shit!" he gasped as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, squeezing it
unmercifully, till the head turned purple. "You had me so fuckin'
close...but I don't want to cum yet. I gotta have some more of this!"

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked. The words were out before I realized it,
and for a fleeting second I wondered if I'd signed my own death warrant. He
looked down at me, almost gaping, with surprise and maybe confusion.

"F-fuck you? You mean...fuck you...in the ass?"

"It's all I've got to offer," I said.

"Hell, that's enough...fuck, yeah, man, if you can handle me!" He was so
hot he was shaking with lust and his cock quivered steel-hard and angry. "I
never fucked a guy before," he said as he gripped my arm to pull me to my
feet.

"That makes it even better," I said. I had to go into the bathroom to get
the Anal-Ease and lube out of my overnight bag. I got the poppers too, for
good measure and a condom, just in case he asked for one. Taylor was
standing beside the bed, holding his cock in one hand and rubbing his other
hand absently across his thick pecs. I thought he was enjoying his fingers
raking across his tits. I laid the stuff on the nightstand within easy
reach, and sat on the edge of the bed. Taylor looked like he didn't know
what to do next so I lay back and drew my legs up, my feet set wide apart
on the edge of the mattress, hell, like a common tramp.

Taylor put his hands on my knees and ran them down around my calves. He
gripped my ankles and lifted my legs up in the air and spread them wide
apart. He gazed down at me; my body, my manhood, with a strange curiosity
as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. "I never felt another guy's legs
or butt before," he said as he tilted my butt up out of the mattress. He
seemed hesitant and the slight hint of a droopy smile made me wonder if he
was having second thoughts. Then he gave me the surprise of my life. He
shoved my legs back against my chest. "I never thought I would ever be
doing this, but what the hell, I do it to my wife, and it just seems right
that I ought do it to you if I'm gonna fuck you," he said as he dropped to
his haunches beside the bed.

I stifled a gasp of shock as I realized what he was going to do and held my
breath in anticipation. "OHhhhhhhhhh," I moaned when I felt his tongue
lavering over my asshole. There was no hesitation, no flicking his tongue,
he just went for it, like he was eating pussy, which I had to surmise he
was very experienced at doing. I cringed and clawed at the sheets, not
believing what this big, built bridegroom was doing to
me. "Ohhhh...Ohhhhh...Ohhhh, Geezusss!" I heard him chuckle and he drove
his tongue hard into my ass.

"AWWWWHHHH!" I yelled before I could muffle it with my forearm. He laughed
and ate my ass like a hungry puppy. I didn't know if he was enjoying it or
simply enjoying hearing my reaction, but I loved that he was so willing to
do it to get me ready. He rose up again, his huge cock extending out toward
me like a battering ram. "Damn, you must be one hell of a trumpet player,"
I gasped. "No wonder your wife needs time to recuperate!"

"Which of this stuff am I supposed to use?" he asked, picking up the two
tubes.

"Is it all right if I use this?" I asked, taking the Anal Ease. "It helps
deaden the pain, but it'll also numb your cock a little unless you wear a
condom."

"Not unless you want me to," he said. "I could handle the numbing, if it
makes me last longer," he said.

I applied the Anal Ease myself. I worked several globs of the deadening
cream into my ass; it was going to need all the merciful help it could
get. Taylor was uncapping the lube and squeezed some on my fingers when I
held out my hand for it, then he lubed up his cock. Then he uncapped the
poppers. "You need this?" he asked, handing me the open bottle.

"I don't know, but I'm afraid I might," I said. I took the open bottle but
didn't use it right away.

"Oh, you're going to brave it out?" Taylor said, his hot cockhead pressing
anxiously against my asshole.

I'd never felt so helplessly vulnerable in my life and a little bit
scared. I prayed I could take him without too much pain, without using the
poppers. I prayed I could take him like a man. He worked his cock at my
hole, stretching, probing.

"Ready?" he asked.

I nodded and he pushed--hard. No foreplay, no more testing, he simply
shoved and I could feel the broad, blunt head of his cock stretching my
hole for a brief few seconds before it slipped through.

"Hoohhhhh!" I gasped, almost in shock, my mouth slack and my eyes wide. It
felt like I was being torn apart. Taylor paused but the thick cock was in
me and there was nothing I could do about being stretched unbelievably and
he wasn't going to retreat to let me get used to anything. I tried to
squeeze hard around his cock but I was stretched so that I had almost no
strength in my asshole and the pain was excruciating!

He paused to see how I was going to handle it. Not very well. When he
started to drive in deeper I panicked and used the poppers. I sucked the
stuff into my nostrils, one side then the other, several times, anxious for
a buzz that would ease the awful pain and make it start feeling
good. Taylor didn't wait long.

"Okay now?" he asked, giving me only a moment for the poppers to kick in.

"Yeah, ready as I'll ever be," I said breathlessly as my head began to spin
and I was warming up all through my insides. He hesitated. "Go ahead, give
it to me," I gasped. He drove in deeper. I recovered from the excruciating
pain, determined to endure the gradually-lessening pain caused from the
depth that his cock would go.

"This is killing you," he said as he suddenly stopped.

"No, the worst part's over," I said.

"Hell, it's dumb to hurt you," he said. "I wouldn't hurt my wife on
purpose."

"I'm not your wife," I said. "You don't have to be gentle. You can fuck me,
with everything you've got," I said, knowing I could be signing my own
death warrant.

"You don't know how bad I wanta do that," he said and his lop-sided grin
grew wider. I let out a gasping whimper as he shoved his cock all the way
in me. Without a doubt, he touched places that had never been touched
before. His hard meat slid through the folds of my guts, stretching the
muscles around his girth. The pain became secondary as pleasure subdued
it. "That okay?" he asked, holding his cock lodged deep inside me.

"Yes. Aww, yesss, it's wonderful," I said.

"It don't hurt anymore?"

"Yes, but it's turning into a good hurt," I said.

"I'm gonna fuck you then," he said.

I quickly learned why he had to be so gentle and patient with his new
wife. For me, the pain was part of it; more so with a man his size. His
wife simply would not have the mindset for that kind of pain. But I knew
what lay beyond the pain and he was bringing it to the surface as he slid
his huge cock in and out of my ass. He did it slow and easy, building up
speed till his thrusts became powerful lunges, till he was fucking me so
hard I thought my teeth would rattle. I hung on for dear life. I was laying
cross-ways and he fucked me across the bed till my head and shoulders were
hanging over the edge of the mattress. I held my hands over my head,
against the wall to stay on the bed.

He stopped and slid one arm under me and lifted me around straight on the
bed. Within minutes my head was banging against the headboard. I felt
sympathy for his wife. He was going to fuck my brains out. I wanted to see
him cum, but he was so intent on fucking me that I didn't bring it up. I
knew he was going to cum in me, which was the way it should be to make it
complete for him. My own cock was swaying around like a stick in a tornado;
oozing ball-juice that was being forced out from the pounding he was giving
my prostate. I wanted to cum too, and he had me so close so many times, but
his position always changed with every other thrust and caused the feeling
to subside. That, too, was driving me nuts.

"Are you feeling anything with the Anal Ease?" I aside.

"Aw, yeah, and it's feeling more and better all the time, like my cock's
coming awake. I'm feeling shit I never felt, fucking a woman."

I was glad his cock hadn't turned dead-numb. After a few minutes, he
brought my legs together in front of him and pushed them to the right to
turn me over, to fuck me lying on my side. Then over again, so I was on my
stomach while he nailed me to the mattress. He really gave it to me hard in
that position. It seemed only the natural progression of things to pull me
up so I was on my hands and knees. The position spread my butt open and he
rammed deeper and harder than ever, causing me to grunt and groan with each
thrust. He fucked my head and shoulders against the headboard then dragged
me back. Then he wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled up upright
against his rippling muscles.

"Fuck, I wanta shoot in your ass," he gasped.

"Yes...give it to me," I gasped. As much as I didn't want it to end, I was
ready for him to cum. It felt like he had bored me a new asshole. I felt it
when he shot off. It doesn't always happen, but I actually felt his hot cum
shooting deep inside me.

"Ohhhh...Awwwhhh...Aww...I'm cumming!" he cried.

"Yes, I can feel it!" I squealed as I clung to him with my arms and
legs. He was filling me up. I could feel his big cock sliding and sloshing
back and forth through his semen and it was gushing out of my ass. Godd,
how much was he cumming! He fucked me for a long time after he shot off and
I realized that he was trying to make me cum.

"Are you getting close?" he asked. Then he shocked me by wrapping his hand
around my cock. "Maybe you need some help?" He fucked me and jacked me off
at the same time till I couldn't stand it. I finally shot off all over the
headboard and the wall. Cum splattered against the antique wood and
wallpaper and I was afraid it would stain. Come flew everywhere. I fell
into exhaustion. He let go of my cock and wiped his hand on the
sheets. Then he slowly settled back on his haunches, puling me with him. We
sat that way for a long moment then he eased me up and pulled his cock
out. He guided me to lie down and tumbled over beside me. "Fuck, I never
had anything like that before!" he said.

"Me either," I agreed. "I didn't think you were going to stop cumming or
wear out for that matter."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "That's happens sometimes, even I wonder where it's
all coming from. I think that numbing stuff made me hold off so long."
After awhile of rest he sat up. "I gotta take a shower if it's okay," he
said. "I can't go back to my room smelling like cum."

"Sure, it's okay," I said. "I'll wash your back if you want me to." I said
it jokingly, hoping he would take me up on it.

"If you get in the shower with me, you'll have to wash more than my back,"
he said, laughing as he pulled me up off the bed.

I followed him to the bathroom, my eyes fixed on his tight, round
muscle-butt and I marveled again that he had actually tongued my ass. He
turned on the shower and while he adjusted the water I rushed out to clean
the semen off the wall and the headboard.

"Did it come off?" he asked.

"Yes, I just hope it doesn't leave stains," I said.

"Boy, you sure hit it hard," he said, motioning for me to step into the
shower. He followed me and closed the door. He immediately handed me the
soap. I was down on my haunches soaping up his butt when he turned around
and offered me his cock. I took it eagerly. I sucked him off and he shot
another huge load, so big I couldn't believe his balls could've
manufactured so much so fast. I took the soap and washed his manhood again
then I finished soaping up the rest of his body. He surprised me again by
taking the soap from me.

"I never washed another guy's back before, but I guess I owe you," he said
as he began rubbing the soap and his hands across my back and shoulders.

I started getting another hardon. He stopped at my butt, though, and handed
me the soap without washing my front. Instead, he got out of the shower to
dry off. When I went into the room he was getting dressed. I hated for him
to cover up his manly beauty, even with the tiny, thin shorts, although he
looked just as sexy with them on. I squeezed his butt when he was pulling
on his T-shirt.

"I want this before you go," I said huskily.

"Naw, I don't think so," he said.

"I don't mean fuck you," I said.

"Oh, all right."

He let me pull his shorts down and I went to my knees behind him. As I
began lapping my tongue along the slopes of his butt muscles he bent over
the bed. I pulled his butt apart and dove into the feast of his asshole
like a starving man.

"Awww, fuucckkkkk!" he cried into the pillow. "Awww, you're giving me
another hardon!"

"It's nothing I can't handle," I assured him.

"Yeah, I know. You're gonna have to handle it; I won't be able to get it
stuffed back in my shorts to go to my room," he said.

I handled it. I ate and tongued his gorgeous ass till he was ready to come
then he turned around and did just what I wanted him to do. He shot all
over my face. Godd, he splattered his white-wash all over me!

"Where the shit does all that stuff come from?" I asked, amazed. "That's
the third load." He laughed as he milked his cock onto my tongue that I
held out for him. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and when I
returned he was dressed. When he was about to leave I gave him my card with
my phone number and e-mail address, on the off chance that we might have
occasion to meet up again.

"Oh, Man, this is too weird," he said, laughing. "You're at the Deffinbaugh
Sports Medicine Clinic."

"Yes, but how did you..." I started to say as I took the card back to be
sure I'd given him my personal card.

"I'm from Linton! I graduated from Linton High two years ago," he
said. "Well, this is going to make things very interesting. Remember you
recommended sex on the side? Will you be available?"

"I could be," I said. I couldn't believe my good fortune. Before I was sure
I would never again encounter such a specimen of manhood and now I
discovered that we were from the same town. Suddenly, Taylor wasn't so
anxious to leave.

"Hey, do you ever do anything with any of the jocks that come in?" he
asked.

"No, it would be too risky unless I was absolutely sure of one of them."

"Well, there's one I'm ninety-nine percent sure of," he said with a knowing
grin. "He was a freshman when I was a junior. He ought to be a senior this
year. He was getting into weight-lifting, wanted to be a bodybuilder. If he
stuck with it, he must be a tank by now. Jason Hawke was his name."

"Yes! I've met Jason; given him his physicals, in fact. He is a tank, and
equipped with what looks like an eighty millimeter gun," I said. "But how
are you so sure of him?" I asked, wondering since Taylor had told me he'd
never had any experience with a guy before.

"He was always looking at me in the gym and the locker room, asking how I
got certain muscles developed. He practically idolized me. I just had the
feeling that he was looking for more than advice."

"That could be just school-boy idolization," I said.

"Well, he wasn't shy about looking at my cock, and I'm positive he lifted
two of my jockstraps. He denied it when I asked him about it but he got
real embarrassed. I know he was the only one who could've taken
them. Anyway, just keep an eye out, you know...for that look," he added
with a grin.

He acted like he didn't want to leave but I knew he had to get back to his
wife and his honeymoon. I saw them together at breakfast but we never acted
like we'd met. I could hardly wait till they got back and settled into
their life in Linton.

The sports wing of the clinic was run differently than the rest of the
clinic. We listened more patiently to other patients, with the dual goals
of relieving their pain and trying to prevent it. If someone complained
that it hurt to perform certain functions we simply told them to stop doing
it. In the sports section, we knew that approach wouldn't work and we
adopted a whole different philosophy. If a guy was lifting weights and it
hurt his shoulder to do bench presses, we knew it wouldn't do any good to
tell him to stop doing bench presses. He would do it if it killed him. So
we relied on therapy and sometimes pain killers. The therapy always
consisted of exercising the pained muscle area while showing them how to do
bench-presses another away, or substituting another exercise for a while.

Even the décor was designed around athletics. The waiting room had lockers
painted on the walls and the floor was finished like a basketball
court. The examining rooms were actually small locker rooms, complete with
a change bench and a locker to put coats and clothes in. Some even had
small showers. The staff dressed the part, too. We wore athletic shorts and
t-shirts and some of us even wore whistles around their necks. The first
thing I did when I got back to the clinic was pull Taylor's medical
files. There was nothing out of the ordinary except for the remarks
section: "This boy is exceptionally well endowed, which may warrant
counseling when he becomes sexually active." I noted the date; it was when
Taylor was a junior.

The sports physicals started and I had my hands full of boys, literally,
from seven in the morning till seven at night. Following the lead of
whoever had made the notations on Taylor's file, I made a tiny mark on the
records of the best-built and best-hung athletes. Not for any particular
reason, except that when I pulled the records, I knew what was in store for
me when I walked into the examining room.

My heart thudded in my chest when I took Jason Hawke's folder out of the
rack. I went to the waiting room and called his name. He stood up to his
full height of over six feet and his shoulders seemed to fill the doorway
when he came through it. I led him to the examining room and closed the
door. I conveniently moved the chair in front of the door and asked him to
sit on the examining table. "Mind taking off your shirt?"

When he peeled it off over his head his upper body spread out wide from the
waist of his jeans and his pecs settled thick and heavy on his rib
cage. His stomach curved hard and ridged from his pecs down into his
jeans. I listened to his heart and lungs, taking the opportunity to run my
hands over his smooth, solid muscles. I checked his tonsils and then his
neck and ran my hands down over his chest as I set the stethoscope against
his left pec.

"You can step down and drop your jeans and your shorts," I said as I pulled
up the stool to sit in front of him. I had to stifle a gasp when he pulled
is shorts down. He reminded me of Taylor, the way his cock hung down so
thick and long and meaty. I went the extra mile and wrapped my hand around
it and his balls to get them out of the way and pressed my other finger
into his crotch. "Cough for me."

He coughed and I switched hands. My other hand was shaking by the time I
wrapped it around his cock and balls. I asked him to cough for me
again. Then I examined his balls. He winced a little. "That hurt?" I asked.

"No, I guess it didn't. It just makes me nervous when somebody's handling
the family jewels."

I hefted them in the palm of my hand. "Heavy suckers," I remarked.

"Yeah," he laughed nervously.

"How much do you have those jewels insured for?" I joked. I curled my
fingers around his thick cock and milked it down as I held the bulbous head
in my other hand to have a close look. "This thing gets much bigger, it's
gonna take both hands to go around it," I said.

"What's that exam all about?" he asked.

"Are you sexually active?" I asked. He hesitated with a snort of
laughter. "Dumb question, huh?" I said.

"Sort of," he said.

"I have to assume that every guy that walks in here is sexually
active. That part of the exam is to check for STDs."

"Oh." he laughed again, but he sounded more at ease. "This seems like a
total waste of time, doc," he said.

"Why is that?"

"Look at me? There's nothing wrong with me."

"Certainly not on the surface," I said. I took his left nut in my fingers
and felt it gently, making it a point to push his cock out of the way, even
though it wasn't necessary.

"Trust me, everything's working fine," he said.

"What we see on the outside doesn't always reflect what's going on inside
your body."

"Uh-oh."

"What?" I glanced up at him.

"It sounds like you're going to go in and find out," he said. I suddenly
realized what he meant. We didn't routinely do rectal exams on teenagers
but Jason had brought it up and I couldn't let that opportunity slip
through my fingers. "My cousin plays for Rockdale and he said they give the
juniors and seniors the finger exam," he went on.

"Well, I save the fun `till last," I joked.

"Okay, doc, how do you want me?" he asked bravely.

God, don't ask me that! I conveniently pushed the chair tighter against the
door with the back of my leg. "Well I like to go from more than one
position," I said. "You can bend over the table, but then I would like for
you to take off your jeans and shorts and lie up on the table."

He obediently took off his jeans and shorts and stood spread-eagle, bent
over the end of the table, as if he'd done it before. Fuck, it was like an
invitation. My eyes glued to his gorgeous muscle-butt, I reached for a
glove but changed my mind. If he'd never had a rectal, he didn't know about
the gloves. I uncapped the lube and paused to gaze at his trim, tight
butt. I squeezed the lube on my fingers then slid my finger between his
buns. He winced but then relaxed bravely and let me do it. I rubbed the tip
of my finger against his hole `till I felt him relax then I gently pushed
through.

"Mmnnn," he moaned softly.

"Sorry," I said.

"It don't hurt. I'm just not used to having anything shoved in there," he
said.

I forced my finger through the thick, tight sphincter muscle, into the
softer inner lining, and massaged the inside of his ass, all around. He
seemed to be trying not to squirm on my finger. I took my time finding his
prostate. I probed gently till I touched it and he sort of jumped. I rubbed
it gently and his butt muscles clenched around my finger. As I massaged the
tiny love nut his butt relaxed and he let me do it.

"MMnnnnnn," he moaned again.

"Sorry, again," I said.

"Naw, it...it's okay, doc...it just feels...funny, that's all. It don't
hurt at all."

Feeling funny meant it was feeling good. He was a giant firecracker ready
to go off. I wondered if I dared take it that far. Hell, I had to! I would
dream up a reason on the way, if he needed one.

"Now, if you'll lie on the table, on your stomach," I said as I extracted
my finger.

He stretched out on the table with his muscular thighs spread apart and his
butt muscles relaxed apart. My mouth was watering. I wanted to use more
than my finger on his butt. I longed to bury my face between those tight,
round buns for starters. I shoved my finger back in his ass and probed
around again.

"UUhnnnn," he moaned as he squirmed around on my finger. "Ohh, Doc...are
y-you about d-done?" he stammered.

"Sorry I have to put you through such agony," I said.

"It's not agony, doc. That's the problem, it's not agony... it's...shit,
Doc, is it supposed to feel good?"

"You can experience those sensations, a lot of boys do," I said in my best
clinical tone. "If you'll turn over on your back, we'll finish it up."

"I can't," he said.

"You can't? Why not?"

"I can't turn over, doc," he insisted. "I've got this little problem..."

Realizing what his problem was, I laughed softly. "It's not a problem,
Jason," I assured him. "It's a perfectly normal reaction to having your
prostate massaged."

"Is that what you were doing?"  he asked.

"Yes. So turn over. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

He turned over, his cock swinging around like a club as he stretched out on
his back. It swayed back and forth then came to rest standing up over his
stomach, reaching well past his navel. "Well, maybe I was wrong about
that," I mumbled.

"Wrong?"

"Yeah, I haven't seen one like this before. I thought you said you had a
little problem," I joked. To put him at ease, I lifted the heavy cock and
held it straight up. It towered seven or eight inches out of my hand! "That
is no little problem," I said. He laughed nervously. I let his cock fall
heavily across his stomach then it bounced back up and throbbed hard. "Cock
your knees up a little," I said. He lifted his knees for me. I lubed my
finger and inserted it into his ass again. He sort of hunkered down on it
this time. Enough time had passed for his physical. If anybody was paying
attention, someone would be tapping on the door. I knew I shouldn't take
things any farther, but it was a situation I couldn't turn my back on. I
probed around inside his hot ass, purposely taking a minute to find his
prostate again, and he definitely squirmed around like he was trying to
help me find it.

"Ah. There it is, if that's what you're looking for," he gasped.

"Yes..." I rubbed it gently. "It feels okay from this angle too," I
said. "You're right, Jason, everything is working just fine," I said,
eyeing his big cock.

"Ohh, Doc...!"

"Is something the matter?"

"Only...ohh, just that...if y-you keep d-doing that...if you don't
stop...I'm gonna...Ohh, you gotta stop, Doc."

"Just...a...short...moment more, I'm almost finished," I said as I worked
his prostate over till I felt it starting to palpitate and I knew I had
taken him past the point of no return.

"Ohhhh! Awww...Ohhhh, too late...Too late, Doc...Ohhhhhh...fuck, I'm
gonna... cum...can't help it...I've gotta shoot!" He grabbed his cock
tightly as he to ward it off but I gripped his wrist and removed his hand.

"It's okay, let it go, Jason," I told him. He laid his arms at his sides
and shut his eyes real tight and let it happen. His asshole squeezed my
finger like a huge, tight rubber band, and then relaxed, tightened again
and relaxed and I knew he was on his way and there was no turning
back. Suddenly, with a throbbing deep inside his ass, his cock bolted hard
and quivered then exploded.

Jason flung his forearm over his mouth to stifle his outcry as the cum shot
out of his huge cock. It hit him in the chin, and then aimed itself higher
with a throb and the next salvo hit his forearm. Another shot high over his
head and landed on the floor. Another landed on his face and in his hair
and more shot up over his chest. I stood there in awe with my finger in his
ass. I'd never seen anything like it. I never imagined any guy could shoot
that much and so hard. He reminded me of Taylor. The stuff was streaking up
across his chest, then his abs and then it was shooting out tiny spurts
that ran down and formed a tiny pool in his navel. Then it boiled out of
his cock. I gently extracted my finger before he began to recover. It took
him a moment to gasp in enough fresh air that he could talk, and probably
think. I reached for the towels.

"Oh, Shit!" he swore as he swiped at the cum on his forearm He made another
swipe at the cum on his face and his hair, and his other hand was
discovering the ropes of thick cum all over his chest and abs. "Goddamit!"

"Hey, don't worry about it," I said soothingly as I handed him damp towels
and began wiping the cum off of his stomach myself. I was cleaning it up
off the floor when he stepped down off the table. He stumbled and caught
himself but his big cock swung around and smacked a wet streak of cum on
the side of my face.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Doc."

I stood up, wiping the cum off of my face. "I said, don't worry about
it. It's nothing that hasn't happened before, and will happen again," I
told him. "It just happened a lot more with you," I added with a soft
chuckle.

"Yeah, I tried to warn you but you weren't done with the exam and I
couldn't hold it back. It just got too good, where you touching me in
there."

"It's okay," I told him again. "It only proves just how well everything is
working in there. Don't worry about it." I waited till he got dressed then
showed him out. Then I made the specially coded notations on his medical
file.

Jason wasn't the only boy I had during the weeks of giving physicals. There
was a tight-muscled little gymnast named Park. I detected right away that
he was very aware of his body and thus, his sexuality; the two go
hand-in-hand. I had never met him before but Park came into the
locker/examining room and immediately started taking off his clothes
without me asking. I quickly shoved the chair against the door, vowing that
I had to figure out some valid reason to put some kind of lock on the door.

"I know the routine, Doc," he said as he peeled his T-shirt off to expose
his well-muscled upper body.

Yeah, I would like to show you a routine, I thought as I tried to busy
myself with his records in order to keep from looking openly at the boy. He
boldly stripped down to his jockstrap and sat on the table. I did the
routine of listening to his heart and lungs and examined his lymph nodes in
his neck. I clasped my hands around the balled shoulder muscles.

"If I find anything wrong with you, it'll be a miracle," I said. When I
rolled the stool over he stood down off the table and set his feet apart. I
shoved the pouch of his jockstrap aside.

"Want me to take that off for you?" he said, and peeled his jockstrap down
and left it lying on the floor. I checked him for hernia and took my time
examining his balls. Then I milked his cock. Like Jason, he wanted to know
what I was doing. He didn't seem to mind; he was just curious. He was
satisfied with my explanation.

"Well, it looks like you're in fine shape on the outside," I said. "Let's
take a look inside. Let's start standing up."

Without hesitation, he turned around and bent over the table. My mouth
watered. He had the typical tight, hard butt of a gymnast. His butt muscles
stuck out nice and round and hard like somebody had stuck two half melons
on his lean hips. I lubed him up and worked my finger into his ass. He
squirmed around on it, without even a moan. It made me wonder if he liked
it. A lot of guys did, although they would never admit it. Some did admit
it, like Jason, because they wondered if it was supposed to feel good; they
were afraid they were discovering a feminine side they didn't know they
had. I was always quick to reassure them of their manhood. Park seemed to
be enjoying it more than most, almost as if he were trying to convey to me
that he liked what I was doing to him.

"Okay, up on the table, on your stomach," I told him.

He didn't question me, although this was something new for him. I stood at
the side of the table and when I touched his butt he spread his legs out
for me. When he folded his arms under his head, his elbow brushed against
the front of my gym shorts. I didn't lurch away and Park didn't move his
elbow, so it stayed pressed against me. I took it as a good sign. He was
squirming around on my finger like he was humping the table and his elbow
pressed harder into my crotch. I boldly pressed back. I think it took him
by surprise that I didn't move away. I couldn't help the way my cock was
responding and Park didn't seem to mind that I was getting hardon, which he
could surely feel.

"Feels like you;ve got a problem, there, Doc," he said, laughing nervously.

"It happens to the best of us," I said casually, then added, "I'll bet it
even happens to you."

"You would win that bet," he said.

"I could place that bet on any guy your age, any hour of the day or night,
and win it," I said. I asked, jokingly, "What, did you think I'm too old to
get a hardon?"

"Oh, hell no," he said. "I always figured you for a stud."

"Well, that might be stretching it a little," I said modestly.

He elbowed me in the crotch. "Doesn't feel like it's stretching it any," he
said. Then he asked, "Hey, can I ask you something, Doc?"

"Ask me anything," I said.

"What's the average size of the guys you get in here? I've wondered how I
stack up, you know...with a hardon."

"We don't keep statistics on it," I lied.

"But you've got a good idea, in your head," he insisted. "I mean, if a guy
walks in here sporting meat to his knees, you'd remember him."

"Well, yes....I know boys these days are built a lot better than they were
when I was a teenager. I think it must be the diet, and the supplements and
vitamins they take. As for the average size...not every boy who comes in
here gets a hardon but of those that do, I'm going to say...oh, eight to
nine inches." I watched closely for his reaction. He didn't seem surprised
one way or the other.

"Well, I guess I'm well within range," he said. "How about you, doc?" he
asked with a sly grin. "Did you make up for what you didn't have when you
were a teenager?"

"That's not up for discussion," I told him.

"Heck, we don't have to discuss it, I can see it," he said. I didn't
realize `till then that he had moved a little to my side of the table with
his face lying on his folded hands, pretty close to my shorts. "Hey, doc,"
he said with a giggle.

"What?"

"Like we used to do when we were kids, I'll show you mine if you'll show me
yours."

Park was beginning to make me nervous with his boldness. The kid was
putting the make on me! Everything rule of ethics flashed across my mind
but I didn't manage to grab hold of a one of them. Things escalated
fast. When Park saw that I wasn't objecting to his passes, he got bolder
and took it over the top. I didn't stop him when he tugged on my shorts. I
knew I should stop him but I couldn't. I was too excited to think about
anything but what was happening and he was too aggressive for me to stave
him off. When my jockstrap was hanging out he wrapped his arms around my
thigh and pulled me closer so my jock was smashed in his face. I could feel
his hot breath as he mouthed my manhood through the mesh material. I made a
feeble attempt, tried to brush his hand away when he pulled at my jockstrap
but he was persistent. I was contributing to it the whole time, fingering
his hot ass, and he was loving it and with him mouthing my jock the attempt
to stop him was little more than symbolic.

"Give it to me, Doc," he begged.

"Somebody might come in," I hissed. Not `stop, we've gone far enough' or we
can't do this'...not even to ask what he meant by giving it to him. Park
was undeterred, and by that time I was helpless to fight him off. I was
bigger and stronger but that was no match for his will and determination;
and my weakness. A moment later he had my cock free.

"Man, you've got a big cock."

I felt his hot breath on my raw meat then a second later the wet heat of
his mouth closing over the head of my cock. I looked at the door, terrified
that someone would try to come in. I calculated that there would be just
enough time to pull my shorts up at the sound of someone at the door but
then there would be the problem of my shorts being tented. Not to mention
that I had the door blocked with a teenage boy stretched out naked on my
examining table with two fingers in his ass. I could explain it to a layman
but not to a medical professional. It was not the accepted position for
giving a rectal exam, and teenage boys weren't given rectal exams anyway.

But none of that good common sense stuff mattered a fuck with the boy's
mouth on my cock. The way he was lashing his tongue around the head of my
cock this was no experiment for him. He had done this before. Within
minutes he had my legs trembling and I was so excited I was fucking his ass
with my three fingers now. I had visions of climbing up on the table and
fucking him for real. It was more fear than common sense that stopped me. I
thought about pulling him off the table and fucking him standing up, a
better position to recover quickly, but I was too afraid.

He sucked my cock like a hungry puppy. I didn't try to hold off; I willed
myself to cum because I knew that was the only way to bring it to an
end. He was moaning and slurping on my cock and humping the table and I
wondered if I could make him cum, too. That would end it but it would
safely be over. He was working me up fast and I was letting it happen;
willing it to happen. How I would welcome it! When he had me almost to the
point of no return I pulled back, but the boy went after my cock.

"I'm getting close!" I hissed.

"That's okay," he said and still went after my cock.

"Park, I'm going to cum!"

"I know...I want it....I love cum...Give it to me!" With those words there
was no reason not to go off; absolutely none. I stood my ground and let him
do his magic with his mouth. His tongue was coaxing it out of my balls the
same way his mouth sucked it up through my cock. My legs shook and my
stomach muscles twisted and my hips lurched. Suddenly, my cock exploded in
his mouth.

"UUuhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" he squealed as I pumped my hot cum into his
mouth. Along with the bulk of my cock I could have filled his mouth with my
semen but he swallowed the stuff as fast as I shot it out. He sucked my
come like it was his life-blood, `till he had me drained. I could barely
stand up and I realized that I had foolishly forgotten all about the door
in those frenzied minutes. Shit, someone could have easily been standing
there watching us! I also realized that Park's asshole was clenching and
spasming around my fingers...he was cumming! In a split-second state of
frenzied lust I pulled my fingers out, stretched his hole wide open and
buried my face between his butt muscles. He squealed as I drove my tongue
into his ass in place of my fingers. I had a vague concern about the door
at that point, but in that frenzied moment, it didn't matter. Nothing
mattered but this young teenage boy's muscular ass against my face and his
hot, velvety asshole around my tongue and the violent tremors and spasms of
his come belching out of his cock.

Suddenly, finally, it was over and I was wondering what the hell
happened. I managed to come to my senses and make a stab at
professionalism.

"You can get up now and get dressed," I said.

"I made a bit of a mess," he said as he pushed himself up out of the pool
of cum and stepped down off the table.

"I'll take care of it, you go ahead and get dressed," I told him. I handed
him some paper towels to wipe the cum off of his stomach and quickly laid a
towel over the pool of semen he'd created on the table. Shit, it was more
like a lake.

"Was everything okay in there, Doc?" he asked as he donned his clothes.

"Everything was fine," I assured him.

"It felt fine to me, too," he said. "I never had anybody do that to me
before, give me a finger exam. It was unbelievable, what you did with your
tongue. Did I do okay, Doc?" he asked.

"Yes...yes, you did great," I told him. I couldn't believe the boy was
looking for validation that he was a good cocksucker! I gave him his
validation. I didn't want to have a conversation with him about it but the
perverted side of me wanted to establish a link with the boy for future
contact. He was dressed and ready to leave. Godd, he looked so young and
innocent.

"Hey, Doc..."

"Yes?"

"Any chance we can do this again?" he asked.

"Same time next year," I said.

"I don't mean the physical."

I stayed within my professional element. "Well, if you have any problems or
suffer any kind of sports injury, I can treat it," I said, in a tone that I
wanted to close the matter and put the incident behind us for the
moment. But Park wasn't going to let that happen so easily.

"That'll probably happen, Doc. Probably a pulled hamstring, or something
you'll have to take a look at." I was sure I would see him again, injury or
not, and I was just as sure that I would succumb to his boyish charms.

Taylor made it a point of stopping by the clinic to say hello when he got
back form his honeymoon. I was glad to see him. My heart skipped a beat
when he appeared at my office door in an undershirt and very brief-cut
athletic shorts that hugged his massive thighs. He was as sexy dressed like
that as I remembered him wearing nothing at all.

"How'd the rest of your honeymoon go?" I asked as we shook hands.

"Great, with your advice and my patience," he said with a grin. "I wish I
could've gotten some of those pills for Linda, though."

"I'll see what I can do. There is a notation on your file that should clear
the way for a prescription."

He frowned. "What kind of notation? And when was it made?"

"I'll show you." I went to the records area and got Taylor's folder. I took
it back to the examining room and opened the folder to the notation, made
several years before. He read it aloud: `This boy is exceptionally well
endowed, which may warrant counseling when he becomes sexually active.' I
didn't know they put in the records how big a guy's cock is."

"Only in exceptional cases," I said. "Did you guys get settled in?"

"Yes. Linda had to go right back to work, though. I still have a couple of
days. Fuck that sucks, spending the last two days of my honeymoon alone."

"Where does she work?" I asked. I knew Taylor worked at the lumber yard.

"She's starting out in insurance. She has to travel a lot. In fact, she's
gone for three days, to Denver." The way he said it, I was sure he was
letting me know that he was home alone; an invitation. If it was, I was
eager to accept.

I asked him outright. "Is that an invitation, or am I reading something
into it?"

"I was hoping you would catch on," he said with a grin. "Do you want to
come over tonight?"

"Hell, yes. Can I bring someone along?"

He did a double-take. "I don't know... Whom'd you have in mind?" he asked
with a scowling grin.

"Do you member the kid you told me about who stole your jockstraps?"

"Yeah, Jason Hawke. Hell, yes, you can bring him if he wants to come."

"Oh, I think he'll want to come," I said.

"Do you think there's a chance there might be something there with him,
like I suspected... you know, the way he used to look at me?"

"I'm fairly certain there is, but it'll be a good chance to find out," I
said.

I called Jason personally and asked if he could come in for a re-exam; I
told him that there seemed to be some irregularity in his initial exam. He
readily agreed to re-schedule, without the slightest hint of concern. I was
sure he knew it was a ruse to get him back in my examining room.

"I can accommodate you after hours if that will help get you in quicker," I
offered. "How about tonight?"

He eagerly agreed and I called Taylor to set it up with him tentatively. If
I couldn't work something out with Jason, I would go to Taylor's house
alone. Jason's appointment was at 7:00. He was on time. I was waiting for
him in the lobby. I let him in and locked the door then took him back to
the examining room.

"What's up? Cause everything is still working," he assured me.

"Actually, it's an administrative error," I said. "Your records don't
indicate that you were checked for hernia. I'm sure I did, but there's no
notation in your file and I have to show that I had you back in and checked
you out. I'll make the notation myself this time."

"You did, I remember, but we can do it again," Jason said as he undid his
jeans. I pulled the stool over in front of him as he shoved his jeans and
shorts down to his knees, revealing his massive thighs and equally massive
manhood. "Actually, I wasn't gong to mind all that much if we had to do the
complete exam all over again," he said, jokingly.

"That won't be necessary," I said.

"Just joking," he said.

I didn't think he was and I would have jumped at the chance to get my
fingers in his hot tight ass again to check his prostate, but if Jason was
going to break out of his macho hetero world, I wanted to save that for
Taylor.

"Hey, do you happen to remember a guy named Taylor Black?" I asked.

"Hell, yeah, I remember him. He was a senior jock when I was a freshman. He
was the team stud. Everybody said he fucked every girl in school and half
the girls in the county."

I doubted there were that many girls who could have handled him. "I ran
into him at a bed-and-breakfast where I was staying. He was on his
honeymoon. And we got to talking and discovered that we're both from the
same town."

"Now, there is one lucky bitch, the one who married him," Jason said.

"She apparently wasn't thinking so on their honeymoon," I said.

"Couldn't handle him, huh."

"There was a slight problem. But they seemed to be taking it in stride."

"I feel sort of sorry for her. The guy was a stallion," Jason said.

"He remembers you, too," I said.

"He does?"

"Yes. He said you were just getting into weight lifting when he knew
you. He said if you stayed with it you were probably a moose by now. I told
him you were."

"I'm surprised he remembered me," Jason said.

"He remarked that he would like to see you sometime, see how you turned
out." I smiled and added, "He, uh... said he thought you lifted a couple of
his jockstraps."

Jason's face turned soft red. "I did. Four in fact. I still have them."

"Well, I'm going over to his apartment tonight. Do you want to come along
and maybe give one of them back to him?"

"Yes. Hell, yes." He said it a little too quickly and seemed embarrassed by
his eagerness. He looked away from me then down, nervously. "Doc, could
I....since I'm here, could I talk to you about something? You're a doctor,
right? I can tell you anything, right, and it'll remain confidential."

"I'm not a doctor; I'm a physician's assistant. But the same rules apply
about confidentiality apply. So yes, you can talk to me about anything and
it will remain confidential."

"Well, I...I think...I think I'm gay," Doc, he blurted. He scoffed and
added, "Hell, who am I kidding...I know I am. I still like women and I date
a lot but I've always had these feelings...an attraction for guys. Big,
muscle guys, good-looking jocks, you know the kind gays go for. I still
date, but I know if I had a gorgeous knock-out woman and a big,
good-looking, muscle-jock both naked, I think I would choose the guy."

I nodded my understanding, waiting for him to go on.

"What I'm saying is....well, I had these feelings for Taylor Black. It
still gives me a thrill just wearing one of his jockstraps. I wanted to
tell you before I come over to his apartment with you, because...well, I
wanted it all laid out....there so you know." I nodded again. "Aren't you
going to say anything?" he asked.

"You didn't ask me a question," I said.

"But you're thinking something," he said.

"This may come as a surprise to you, Jason, but Taylor suspected as much
when you were both in school."

"He did! Aww, Mann, that means it showed," he lamented.

"No, I don't think so. It certainly doesn't show now. He just caught the
way you looked at him in the locker room."

"Man, I idolized him," Jason said

"Yes, he thought you did. I told him it was a natural thing between younger
and older boys...freshmen and seniors. Senior boys can be pretty
intimidating to freshmen. Anyway, I covered for your actions and he seemed
satisfied with that."

"He was intimidating, that's for sure. I worshipped all those muscles. I
wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be him; that's the reason I started
lifting weights. It's no wonder he caught on; shit, I was probably
drooling!"

"He said you seemed to have a hard time keeping your eyes above the waist a
lot of times," I said with a kind smile.

"Fuck, he had the biggest cock I ever saw."

"He still does; the biggest I've ever seen," I said.

He looked at me funny and I knew he was wondering how I knew. I wanted the
meeting with Taylor to be an opportunity for them as much as Jason did.

"But you said you covered for me, so do you think he still thinks I might
be gay? I mean, it'd be nice to have some idea before I meet him again."

"Look, I'm going to go out on a limb, here, Jason. I'm going to tell you
something and we'll each have a secret to hold for the other. I could see
the wheels turning in your head a moment ago; you were wondering how I know
such intimate details about Taylor."

"From giving him a physical, I guess," he said.

"No, he was graduated before I came here," I said. "He, uh...Taylor found
me to be a satisfying substitute for his wife when she couldn't handle
him."

Jason's mouth slowly dropped and his eyes bugged out. I smiled, confirming
what he was thinking.

"You mean...he...y-you had sex with him? He f-fucked you?"

I nodded, "He about fucked my brains out."

"Oh, wow! You got fucked by Taylor Black! It's too good to be true. I'm
almost afraid to believe he would even go for anything like that."

"Believe it. If you don't, you can ask my ass. It still remembers," I said
laughing.

"Oh, man, that means there's a chance...tonight, maybe...if I come with
you--I'm coming for sure, now! Oh, Mann, thanks for telling me!" He was
almost too excited to speak. And his hands were shaking as he pulled his
shorts and jeans back up.

"Make very sure you don't say anything," I warned.

"What time tonight?" he asked.

"Eight-thirty."

"I'll be there," he said. He was about to leave when he paused, "Doc...now
that we know about each other...do you think there's a chance that you
might be calling me for a more thorough exam?"

"Not here," I said, "but we'll talk about that later, after tonight. I
would be afraid to give you a more thorough exam here, with people around."

I was at Taylor's house early. He was delighted when I told him that I had
pretty much confirmed that he could pursue things with Jason. He asked me
how I knew but I didn't go into details. Rather, I pleaded professional
confidentiality and told him to trust me.

He was nervous waiting for Jason to arrive. "I need a drink," he said.

I got him a beer and he guzzled it down; not to enjoy it--he needed the
buzz.

"I'll try to get him to drink a couple of beers, too, when he gets here,"
he told me. "And I got this, just in case." He took a bottle of poppers out
of his pocket.

"Poppers on top of beer might be too much for him," I said.

"Not for him; for me," he said.

Taylor and I had already had two beers by the time Jason showed up. Taylor
was too nervous even to go to the door so I answered it.

"Am I late?" Jason asked quietly.

"There was no set time carved in stone," I said. I took him into the living
room where Taylor was slouched on the sofa.

"Hi, Taylor," the younger boy said in his best voice.

"Hey, Jason, glad you could make it," Taylor said as he leaned up to shake
hands. I went to the kitchen to get Jason a beer but I could hear them
talking.

"I'm surprised you remember me," Jason said.

"Why?"

"You were a senior, I was a lowly freshman, I didn't figure you noticed any
of us freshmen."

"Did you notice any of the freshmen when you were a senior?" he asked.

"Yes, but the tables were turned by that time," he said.

I came back with the beer.

"Yeah, the tables were turned and the freshman guys were taking notice of
you big senior studs, just like you did me," Taylor said.

Jason blushed something awful. "I was hoping you didn't notice that," he
said.

Was Taylor going to bring up the jockstraps, I wondered. That would most
surely embarrass Jason if he did; Jason needed to be the one to bring it
up. I wondered if he'd brought any of Taylor's jockstraps to give back to
him. But.

"Hey, I brought you something," Jason said as he dug into his rear pockets.

"You didn't have to bring me anything," Taylor said.

"Yeah, I had to bring these back. I think these belong to you," Jason said
holding out a handful of jockstraps.

Taylor laid his head back and laughed. "So you were the one," he exclaimed.

"I never thought I would have a chance to give `em back to you, or the
guts," Jason said. "I kept one, though. I hope that's okay." Taylor scowled
at him as he took the jockstraps. "If you want the other one back, I'll
bring it to you, but I'd really like to keep it. I wear it all the time,"
Jason went on.

"You can keep it. You can keep `em all," he said, handing them back.

"No kidding? You're not pissed at me?"

"I was at the time, but hell, it's a pretty high compliment to know
somebody wants your jockstraps that bad," he said.

"Since you're not pissed, Taylor, could I....would you autograph these for
me?" Jason asked.

"Autograph them?"

"Yeah, with a black marker or something. I know it sounds weird but it
would mean a lot."

Taylor shook his head in bewilderment as he got up to get a laundry
marker. He leaned over the coffee table and carefully wrote his name in the
waistband of each one and handed them back to Jason.

"Thanks, man. Thanks a lot," Jason said, blushing.

"Sure, that's okay, if they mean that much to you."

"The only thing better would be to have a picture of you wearing one."

Taylor was taken aback. "Well I guess that could be arranged, too," he
said.

"It could!? No kidding, you would pose for me in one of your jockstraps?
But I didn't bring my camera; I had no idea about any of this..."

"I think I've got some film left in my camera," Taylor said. He left to go
get his camera.

"He's going to pose for me," Jason said excitedly.

Taylor came back with his camera and handed it to Jason. "There are six
exposures left on that roll." He picked up the jockstraps. "Which one do
you want me to wear?"

"The most worn," he replied. "That one, it's nice and ragged and real dingy
looking, like it's been through the mill."

Taylor looked around the room. "Let's go upstairs in the hallway," he
said. We all went upstairs. Taylor went into his bedroom and started taking
off his clothes. Jason was so anxious to go in the bedroom that he was
practically dancing and he kept looking at me then at the bedroom door with
that excited, questioning look on his boyish face.

"It's not like you haven't already seen him in the locker room," I said.

"I don't know why I'm so fuckin' excited," he said.

"So what the hell, we don't have to wait out here," I said. I wanted to see
the big stud undress too, so Jason and I went in the bedroom just as Taylor
was pulling a jockstrap up around his butt.

"Aww, mannn," Jason moaned when, looking at Taylor's butt. "Awww, I want a
picture of that." Taylor laughed, looking over his shoulder. "Yeah, just
like that. Hold that pose for me," Jason said.

Taylor clenched his butt muscles for Jason to take the picture.

"God, you've got a great ass," Jason said, "even better than I remembered."

"You remembered my ass?" Taylor asked, laughing.

"I remembered everything about you; every ripple of every muscle."

Taylor turned around. "Do you remember this?" he asked, hefting the heavy,
bulging pouch of his jockstrap.

"Aww, you know it," Jason said, his eyes glued to the bulging jock. He took
another picture and then his eyes raked up and down the man's muscular
body. "Do some muscle poses for me," he said. "No, wait, can we go out on
the stairs, where I can be looking up at you?"

Taylor shrugged and followed Jason down the short hallway to the
stairs. Jason went down to the bottom of the stairs and Taylor posed about
halfway down.

"Oh, yesss, this is fantastic!" he exclaimed as he took the pictures. "Lay
down on the stairs, will you?"

Taylor stretched on the stairs and Jason moved up to stand at his feet and
aim the camera down. "Fuck, you look hot like that," he said.

Taylor thought it was the last exposure and he went back up the stairs.

"There's one more," Jason said. "And one more pose I just gotta have,"
Jason said.

"Would this be it?" Taylor asked as he shoved his jockstrap down and tucked
the waistband under his balls. His cock hung out long and thick and heavy
over his protruding balls.

Jason stood there, gaping quietly. "Geezusss!" he whispered finally. "Looks
like it grew even more."

"I guess I wasn't done growing when I graduated," Taylor observed.

"Godd, how big is it?"

"Do you mean now, or how big is it going to get if you keep standing there
staring at it?" Taylor asked.

"Aww, I want one more of you, but can you get it hard for me....please?"
Jason begged.

"It might take a minute, and I might need some help," Taylor said as he
walked on into his bedroom.

"Want me to help?" Jason asked incredulously. "I'll be glad to help if you
want me to."

"If you want to."

Jason stepped up and wrapped his hand gingerly around the big cock. It
swelled in his hand, growing longer through his fist and thicker, and
harder, till it expanded beyond his fingers' reach and stuck out two more
fists in length.

"Holy shit! My Godd...I never seen such a big cock!"

"Better take the picture before the film melts in the camera," I chided
him. "Here, I'll take one of both of you," I said, taking the camera from
him. I moved to several different angles and finally knelt down for a
sweeping view upward. I took the picture.

"I think that was the last of the film," Taylor said when Jason didn't move
away or let go of his cock. "Anything else you want?" he asked.

"Only everything I ever dreamed of," Jason said.

"I can't get inside your head, man, you'll have to tell me or show me what
you dreamed," Taylor said.

Jason was mesmerized. "I don't know...if I can...handle all of this," he
said, swallowing hard between his words.

"I'll give you all the time you want to practice," Taylor said.

"I want to, so bad," Jason said. "I want to take it all, any way you want
to give it to me."

"Don't say that unless you mean it," Taylor said with a chuckle. "I was
noticing what a great butt you've got, too."

"It's yours," Jason said without hesitation.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I don't care if you have to rape me to force it in."

"Aww, I couldn't do that," Taylor said. "Much as I wanta fuck that pretty,
tight ass, I wouldn't rape you."

"Fuck me then," Jason said. "Just fuck me, and promise you won't stop just
because I might yell."

"Wouldn't that be rape?" Taylor asked.

"Not, it'd be fucking me only I would be taking it like a man, not like a
baby."

"Don't you want to suck it first?" Taylor asked.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I want you to fuck me first. I have to
know what it feels like to be skewered by that thing. I have to have that
fantasy fulfilled. I'll suck you after. I'll do anything you want me to do,
Taylor, now or anytime."

I realized that I wasn't a part of the scene. I hadn't been for several
minutes. "Guys, I think I'll sneak out for awhile," I said.

"No, don't," Taylor said. "You don't have to go."

"Don't leave me here alone, Doc. I might need medical attention when he
gets done with me," Jason said.

"Take two aspirin and call me in the morning," I said. I left them
alone. As much as I wanted to stay and watch and participate, I knew there
was something there that Jason had for Taylor and I thought they might come
nearer exploring it if left them alone.

The clinic was on the way home and on the spur of the moment I decided to
stop in and review the files of all the boys I had examined so far. It was
a good crop this year, which presented the challenge of seeing which ones I
could lure back in for repeat examinations. I would also go through some of
the older files, boys from recent years, like Taylor; maybe I could locate
them and casually run into them. I put a cup of left-over coffee in the
microwave and pulled out a stack of files. There were some interesting
notations in the boys' files.

"Very muscular." ... "Very Well Built." I thought it was interesting that
"built" was underlined. I had to wonder what some of these boys looked
like. An idea came to me then, that I should start taking pictures of the
boys to slip into their files. I would have to come up with a good reason
first. There was another interesting notation in another boy's
file. "Counseled this boy on his sexuality."

I jumped at the sound of someone tapping on the door. I walked down the
darkened corridors to the lobby to find Park standing at the door.

"Park? Is something wrong?" I asked as I opened the door.

"Sort of, maybe...pulled hamstring, I think...like I said would happen."

I new immediately that it was a ruse. Despite his attempt to try to appear
to be injured he wasn't walking like he had a pulled hamstring. But he was
there and looking so damned cute and sexy and I was still itching all
through from leaving Taylor and Jason in the middle of having sex so, I
went along with his little ruse.

"I saw your car and wondered if you would have time to look at it," Park
said. "I parked my car down the block so nobody knows I'm here."

"Sure, go on back to the examining room and strip down," I told him. I
locked the door and double bolted it so if anyone from the clinic happened
by they couldn't use their key to get in. On the way back through the lobby
I realized that I was suddenly breathing hard with anticipation.

Park had closed the door to the examining room for some reason. I opened it
to find him totally naked, lying back on the examining table. He took my
breath away, and I think he knew it.

"What's the matter Doc? You look like somebody punched the air out of you,"
he said.

The little fucker knew how studly and gorgeous he was and he was blatantly
using it to his advantage. I didn't reply.

"Turn over on your stomach," I said.

He turned over and I set about examining his leg. He lifted his leg and
winced a little when I wrapped my hands around his thigh and pressed my
thumbs into the side of the hamstrings.

"You can cut the charade Park," I said. "You've no more got a pulled
hamstring than I have," I said as I laid his leg back down on the table.

He turned a little red. "No, that's not what I wanted you to check out Doc,
I admit it."

"So, what is your problem?" I asked.

"I think you know," he said.

"No matter what I think might be the problem, you're the one who has to
tell me," I said. He told me.

"Do you give all the guys the same kind of physical, Doc?" he asked.

"Pretty much."

"Do a lot of guys come back for a re-exam?"

"If I detect some reason why I need to call them back," I replied as I
shuffled through the files on the desk till I found his. I hadn't checked
Park's file yet. It was ludicrous that I was trying to put up façade of
professionalism when I knew damn well what was going to happen; why he was
there. He lay there naked and beautiful, moving one hand back and forth
across his chest as he watched me.

"Is that my file?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Are you finding anything in there? Any reason why I need to be called
back?"

I didn't answer him right away. I found a note scrawled at the bottom of
one of the sheets; "This boy seems to have some serious confusion about his
sexuality. Will/should advise professional counseling if the traits
persist."

Confusion--my ass! I thought. He wasn't confused; he was more attuned to
his own sexuality than any kid ought to be. He knew exactly who he was and
what he wanted and he obviously wasn't afraid to go after it, with no fear
of the possible consequences.

"Nothing that I haven't already observed," I replied finally, as I closed
the folder and laid it aside.

"What have you observed, Doc? You know it's not a pulled hamstring, what do
you think the problem is?"

"An overdose of a hormone called testosterone," I said.

"Yeah, I seem to have a lot of that going on," he said. He reached down and
brushed his hand over his rubbery manhood and hefted his balls. It was
almost like an invitation; something I didn't need. The mere sight of his
youthful nakedness was tearing me up and I knew it was going to be only a
matter of minutes before my professionalism would crumble. Yeah, I was
still holding out...lying to myself into believing that I could resist the
boy. Yeah, right, I was going to resist...that's why I bolted the front
door?

"Park, you shouldn't have come here," I said.

"You shouldn't have been here," he fired back. "Besides, I told you, I
parked my car down the block, so nobody will know I'm here."

I devoured him with my eyes for a wavering moment, so close to putting my
hands on his body that my hands were shaking with want.

"Have you ever fucked another guy, Doc?"

I was stunned at his boldness. I did a double-take; a gentle wisp of breeze
could've bowled me over. "You're awfully bold and personal, young man," I
said.

"I call it being open and honest...but you didn't answer my question," he
said. "If I can be open and honest, I don't see why you can't be." The
little fucker had me and I think he knew it. He was working me like a fine
musical instrument and I found myself falling under his spell. He was also
right, I wasn't being honest. I knew what he wanted but I didn't have the
guts to come right out and admit that I wanted it just as bad...maybe
worse. But I tried one more time. "You didn't come here with a pulled
hamstring," I said. "Do you call that being honest?"

It was a lame and feeble attempt. I was playing a stupid game with
myself. Then he put a full-court press on me.

"Do you want me to leave, Doc?" he asked.

Godd, why did he have to be so beautiful? Why did he have to have such
deep, innocent, devouring eyes? I thought of Taylor and Jason back at
Taylor's house, no doubt still in the throes of their sexual passion, and I
felt left out. Park started to rise up. I quickly put my hand on his chest
to stop him.

"No," I whispered. "No, Park, I don't want you to leave."

"Good, `cause I don't want to," he said as he lay back down.

I'd never done it before but I leaned down and brushed my lips over his. He
was so fuckin' beautiful I had to kiss him. He let out a little whimper; I
think he was surprised. I pressed my lips on his and he responded. As I
kissed him I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off, and then undid my
jeans and shoved them down as far as I could reach, along with my briefs.

Park responded more by putting his arms around my shoulders. He kissed like
no woman I had ever kissed and I wondered if it was his first time,
too. His lips parted first and it was his tongue that darted out in search
of mine. It was my turn to whimper with excitement.

"Oh, Doc," he gasped when we parted. "I think we're being honest now."

I quickly shucked off my jeans and shorts so I was naked with him. I ran my
hands down his stomach but bypassed his manhood and moved on down his
muscular thighs. His legs felt like rock. His entire body was like carved
stone except that he was warm and his muscles rippled under my touch. On
the way back up, I was kissing him again, and I found his manhood. His
groan reverberated in our mouths.

"Is that the first time you ever kissed another guy?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Have you ever had anybody suck this for you?" I asked as I pulled on his
cock, for I had not gone down on him our last encounter.

"No, I've sucked a few cocks, but nobody's ever done it back," he replied.

"I want to do it back," I said.

"I sure wouldn't mind, Doc," he said.

His cock was thick; I had to squeeze my fingers to encircle it. He was
about eight inches in length, which looked huge on his smallish, compact
frame. He was a perfect mouthful. I sucked him slowly and gently, moving
all the way up and down his thick cock. He moaned when I forced my throat
down around his cock. He moaned when I drew back up and slathered my tongue
all around the head. That was when I got the flavor of his ball-juice.

I used the spit that ran down his cock and over his balls to lube up
between his buns. He cocked his knees up and set his legs wider apart to
give me more freedom. I found his tiny hole and it clenched anxiously
against my fingertip. I massaged and rubbed my spit till he relaxed for me
to shove my finger inside him. He took my finger anxiously, squirming
around on my hand.

"Ohhh, that feels so good...your finger...and your mouth on my cock..."

I probed deep inside him. I found his prostate but didn't spend a lot of
time with it. I didn't want to make him go off too quickly. He tried to
squirm around to touch his prostate against my probing fingers. I worked a
second finger inside him and gently fucked him. Then three. His asshole was
opening up nicely.

"Ohhhh...Ohhhhh...Ohh, Godd...!"

"That feel good?" I whispered.

"Aww, you know it. But you never answered my question, Doc," he gasped.

"What was the question?"

"You know...have you ever fucked another guy?"

"No," I replied. I lied but it was what I thought it was what he wanted to
hear.

"Do you want `ta fuck me?" he asked.

"Have you ever done it?" I asked.

"No, but I want to," he said. "I really want you to fuck me Doc, because I
want to feel it so bad and I don't know anybody else to do it."

I reached in the drawer of the table and groped for the large tube of
lubricant. I uncapped it with one hand and squeezed some onto my cock. Then
I squeezed some into his asshole land worked it around. "Stand down off the
table," I said.

Park scrambled off the table and took the stance, facing the table, feet
set wide apart.

"Bend over and relax across the table," I told him. I pulled his buns apart
and gazed at his tight, bubble butt stuck out for the taking. I ran my
hands over the twin mounds, digging my fingers into the muscle.

"Do you like my butt, Doc?"

"I love your butt, Park," I replied. "I like your butt so much..." He was
lubed up but my mouth was watering. I had to taste him first. I knelt down
and pulled his butt apart and dove between them.

"AWwwhhhhhh! Awwww, Dock!" he cried as I lapped his hole with my
tongue. The lube allowed me to penetrate his hole deeper. I loved his ass;
I could've stayed there for the duration, without fucking him with my cock,
but I knew he wanted something bigger than my tongue or my fingers.

"Ohhhh, that's feels so good....b-but I want you to fuck me, Doc."

I stood up and finished lubing my cock then set the head into the deep
crevice of his butt. The heat of my cock met the heat of his hole and it
was like we were suddenly welded together. He pushed back at the same time
I shoved and my cock slipped through his hole with ease. He stifled his
outcry as I shoved deeper. I was in him, my loins smashed against his
backside, before he finally raised his head with a loud gasp.

"Ohh, Goddd!" his breath gushed out of him.

"It is okay, Park? Do you want me to stop....pull out?"

"No! Oh, no...you're so big....but I want it....I want you to fuck me,
Doc. I've wanted to get fucked for so long, since last time...please, Doc,
don't take it out for a long time."

I couldn't believe my ears....I couldn't believe my luck. I clasped my
hands around his hips and began fucking him. He seemed to like my cock
being so big so I used all of it with each stroke. He liked it enough that
he bore back on it each time I thrust forward. His shoulder muscles hunched
and bunched up and I could feel his abs with my fingers, rippling hard and
tight. Park was in the same heaven I was.

"Doc?" he said over his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Can we do it another way....turn around with me on the table? Like a
girl?"

"Sure, if that's the way you want it." I eased my cock out of him and he
climbed up to lie crossways on the table on his back, his head and
shoulders extended out over the other side.

"I know I don't look like one, but sometimes I feel like a girl, and I
wanta see how it feels," he said as I was positioning my cock at his hole
again.

"You're no girl, Park," I told him as I penetrated his hole again. "Nobody
could ever mistake you for a girl."

As I fucked him I thought of Jason and Taylor. After they had their chance
to be together and get good and acquainted, I would join in next time, and
bring Park along. Taylor would love Park's tight, hard body and his tight,
bubble butt. Then for the first time, I thought of Taylor's wife and the
thought came to mind...maybe she could more easily take one of the younger
boys. Godd, it was a wonderful image, of Park or Jason fucking Taylor's
wife while Taylor fucked one of the boys. I didn't picture how I would fit
in....but I knew I would; I would fit in anywhere they wanted me.

				  The End

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