Date: Fri, 5 May 2000 20:57:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: JT Michcock <jtmichcock@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Just What the Doctor Ordered" (M/M) (anal, oral, dildo, fist)

The usual warnings apply.  If you are under 18, stop
here.  If you do not want to read about explicit gay
sex, stop here.  You have been warned.

This is adapted from a novel-length story I am working
on currently.  That should be forthcoming shortly,
although the current story stands on its own.

This story is the sole property of the author and
copyright is hereby claimed.  All rights reserved.
Permission is granted to the ASSGM and Nifty archives
to maintain this story as part of their free archive
service.  Any other use is strictly prohibited without
the signed, written consent of Major League
Baseb...er, me, that is.


"Just What the Doctor Ordered"
by JT Michcock

(M/M) (anal, oral, dildo, fist) (1/1)

       I sat there somewhat nervously on the doctor's
couch, not certain what to expect.  Leafing casually
through a magazine, I kept wondering what was going to
happen.  A few friends of mine had recommended this
place to get some "relaxation" going in my life.  I
reluctantly agreed.  College was getting boring lately
and I needed a diversion.

       A cute blond guy, must have been about
twenty-five or so, six foot or so with a swimmer's
build, appeared from behind the door.

       "Mr. Hoover," the blond guy said, "Dr. Wilson
will be with you shortly."

       "Thank you," I responded politely, my voice
cracking slightly.  The blonde assistant was tall and
wiry.  I could really picture myself enjoying him.  My
body was similar to his, although I was a good six
inches shorter.

       "My name is Ryan, in case you need anything,"
said the assistant, smiling,

       "Thank you, Ryan," I responded, returning the
smile, "and you can call me Chris."

       Into the room walked one of the handsomest guys
I had ever seen.  A white lab coat draped over
muscular shoulders, curly brown hair, a lush moustache
and the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

       "Hello Chris," he said, "I'm Doctor Frank
Wilson.  You can call me Frank"  As he extended his
hand, I remained seated to return his firm grip, a
little too awestruck to stand up.  Well dressed with a
tie and pressed shirt, Frank appeared to be in his
mid-thirties.  As he consulted his lab chart, I
checked out the rest of him.  Tall, he stood about 6
foot 4, muscular build and no belly at all.  From a
few feet away, I could smell a wonderful cologne.  Not
too heavy, I thought as I inhaled the fragrance.

       "I've had a chance to look at your records,"
said Frank, looking directly at me.  "I think I know
what you need."

       Still looking directly into my eyes, Frank
removed his tie.  I sat there, both a bit startled
from the suddenness as well as the anticipation I felt
through my body.  Slowly, he began removing his shirt
and exposing his very hairy and muscular chest.  I sat
there feeling the saliva leave my mouth.

       Frank moved closer to me.  I moved forward and
my mouth made contact with his hairy belly. Warm.
Inviting.  My tongue lapped and licked his body, the
scent of his sweat and cologne entering my nostrils.

       I devoured the man in front of me as he softly
purred his approval of my caresses.  His shirt now
fully removed, I lapped delicately at his brown
nipples, inserting the delicate nubs into my mouth and
feeling their texture with my teeth.  I lapped
carefully around the areola, the brown skin shrinking
in response to my saliva meeting the cold air.

       I grabbed around his belt buckle.  Frank took
that away from me and began unloosening the strap
himself.  His pants opened and unzipped, I lifted up
the flap of his crisp white underpants, poking my nose
in there to inhale his maleness, the thick black pubic
hairs coming into my nostrils as my lust was
heightened.

       Frank dropped his pants to the ground.  Pulling
down his underpants, his delicious cock, partly erect,
cut and with a purple head soon came into view.  An
ample set of testicles completed the package.

       Without hesitation I plunged down on the cock,
absorbing the entire length into my mouth.  As Frank's
tool became more erect, I  backed off, unable to
creche the entire ten inches in my mouth.

       My mouth was on fire as the saliva began to
pour forth, covering Frank's tool and balls with spit.
 Frank began to grind into my face, churning the
mixture of my saliva and my lover's pre-cum into an
erotic froth, dripping from my chin and onto the
floor.  I removed the well-lubricated tool from my
mouth and rubbed it all over my face, pausing to start
work on the ample balls that had been girding my chin.

       Coated with thick hair, I moved my tongue and
lips all over Frank's scrotum.  Taking both of his
testicles into my mouth one at a time, I suckled them,
feeling the heated texture within.  My saliva oozed
from my mouth in a copious flow, my desire to taste
the musky flavor without limits.

       I took his cock into my mouth, devouring the
partly erect tool.  My nostrils flared as I moved down
the length, the tightening skin filling my mouth, the
heat from the pulsating veins underneath warming my
oral cavity and heating the saliva.  I lunged up and
down quickly, bringing Frank's cock to a fully erect
eight inches, my throat grunting in protest as I fed
the full length inside me.  Frank held my head as he
directing his tool to piston inside me.

       For a long time, I applied myself to Frank's
tool, absorbing and sating my lust.  The saliva
frothed and pored from my mouth like a river, the
stream covering Frank's crotch, dripping down and
flowing on my chest.  The smell drifted in my nose,
the delicious combination of pre-cum, sweat and spit,
my breathing becoming more labored as I made love to
his package.

       Gently, Frank grabbed my shoulders and moved me
off the couch and onto the floor.  Next, Frank climbed
on the couch, his feet at the edge and his hands
grabbing the back.  Frank moved his hole into position
and directed it to my mouth.  Sticking out my tongue,
I swabbed it over Frank's asshole.  Shaved, the area
was smooth and I moved in more forcefully, placing my
mouth over asshole and letting my spit covered tongue
in, tasting the coppery skin, inhaling the aroma from
his testicles that brushed idly against my nose.  I
used my hands to position his hole, idly stroking my
own hardened too when allowed.

       Again, Frank allowed me to indulge myself on
his hole, my tongue moving inside of him, digging
deeper, Frank moving is ass in rhythm with my thrusts
as I sought to penetrate deeper inside him.  I rimmed
along the opening, watching it expand and contract in
response to my oral attentions, my heated breath
cresting against his crack.

       For a long time, Frank simply stayed in
position, an occasional grunt indicating his pleasure.
 I feasted on his hole, the taste, feel and smell
filling my senses and making me hungry for more.  I
engorged on his masculinity.

       I heard the door crack open and I quickly
withdrew my attention from Frank's ass to the
intruder.  It was fran's assistant Ryan and he was
disrobing as he walked into the room.

       Frank stepped down from the couch, his
delicious cock and balls once agin coming briefly into
my view.  Frank, gesturing for me to follow, moved
over to a chair on the other side of the room.
Sitting down, he grabbed his legs and held them to his
chest, his ass crack dripping with my saliva and his
hole pulsating with the need for attention.  I moved
forward on my hands and knees to claim my prize.

       I felt Ryan, his slender body now completely
nude, moving behind me.  With little fanfare, he
grabbed my pants and pulled them down, exposing my ass
flesh.

       As my tongue reinitiated contact with Frank's
hole, I felt Ryan grab my hips with his hands.
Kneeling on the floor, I could feel Ryan's hardened
cock stroke idly against my ass crack, his hands
gently moving me into position.  Ryan was getting
prepared to take me as I feasted on Frank's crack.

       The first sign of penetration, the soft
mushroom of Ryan's pole pressed against my hole, came
gently but insistently.  I felt Ryan guide his tool
further into me, one hand used to position his cock
and the other to steady my hips.

       As Ryan's first stab into my bowels came, I
yelped, opening my mouth wider and digging my teeth
into Frank's ass flesh as I sought to disperse the
pain that pulsed through my body.  I screeched as I
felt the lips of my ass being pushed apart and the hot
hard tool digging into me.  My hole soon opened wide
to welcome the intruder, lubricated by sweat and my
own ass juices.

       There I was, in heaven.  My mouth enjoying
Frank's hole and my own ass being pleasured with the
handsome Ryan's tool.  Ryan had moved my shirt up my
chest and stroked his hands on my back.

       Ryan's body oozed sweat as his thrusts
accelerated.  Moving my hips to meet his thrusts, I
soon found my ability to take Frank's hole compromised
as I sought to move my head forward to allow my tongue
to gain entry.

       It did not take Ryan long to complete his task
as I felt his thrusts become more jagged, his moans of
pleasure more pronounced.  With a jerk, Ryan removed
his tool from me and I could feel the gush of hot cum
cover my back.   Ryan gurgled with pleasure as he
dumped his load on my body.

       My mouth continued to work on Frank's hole,
reddened by my repeated thrusts.  I could feel Ryan
behind me now, his jism spent and his nose sniffing my
cum streaked back.

       Then I felt Ryan's tongue on my back, licking,
lapping and eating the load he had deposited.  His
mouth seemed to cover ever inch of my back as he
cleaned up what he had expelled, the saliva
evaporating quickly after my body had been tongued.

       As Ryan had licked and swallowed his load, I
continued to groom and caress Frank's hole with my
tongue.  For several minutes, Ryan and I used our
tongues, idly caressing the objects of our attention.

       "Enough of this," announced Frank, as he rose
out of the chair, pushing me to the side.  "It's time
for you to get on the table."

       With this, Frank helped me up on my feet and
directed me over to an examination table that sat on
the side of the room.  The top of the table was black
leather, the sides wooden. Pushing some releases on
the table, Frank moved a set of portable stirrups up
and into place.  Both he and Ryan assisted me in
getting up on the table, my pants removed now and my
bare feet secured in the metal stirrups.

       Frank grabbed hold of my hips and moved my ass
down to the edge so that my ass and feet were
parallel.  Lifting my ass, Frank removed a half-moon
cover on the end of the table exposing a porcelain
bowl underneath.  Ryan busied himself as well, turning
a wheel on the opposite end of the table and moving me
up so I could observe what was being done to me.

       Ryan rolled out what looked to be a table of
surgical tools.  Metallic, they were held in a square
dish with blue paper underneath.  Frank gestured to
Ryan and a container of lubricant was removed from one
of the drawers in the table, along with a long rubber
glove.

       I watched Frank put on the glove, its length
reaching beyond his elbow.  Ryan was shoving something
up my nose.  Poppers, I realized as the smell reached
my brain.

       Frank took his gloved hand and inserted the
thumb into the container of lubricant.  He next moved
his thump against my waiting hole and applied the
substance to the surface.  I watched with anticipation
as I felt his well-greased thumb move inside me,
penetrating my asshole and coating the interior with
the lubricant.

       Frank greased up th rest of his hand and began
shoving other fingers, and then combinations of
fingers up my ass, the hole yielding to the thrusts.
More and more fingers entering me at the same time,
the material of the slickened rubber glove sliding
against the interior.

       I sucked in a deep breath as I felt Frank
penetrate my hole even further, using now four fingers
to open up my ass.  The pain was unbearable, but I
knew there would be more.  Ryan shoved another popper
into my nose and the inhalant stimulated me to go
further.

       My ass was on fire and my teeth were gritted
against each other, the pain of penetration
intensifying with each second.  I twisted my ass
seeking some, any, relief, but none was forthcoming.
Frank quickly and insistently moved ever deeper inside
me, eventually moving his thumb into place to join his
four fingers in my hole.

       With a sudden thrust, Frank moved his fist
inside me.  I screamed as the pain tore through my
body, Ryan pinning my shoulders against the table top
to prevent me from getting up.  My body was on fire as
I felt Frank's fist move into me, tearing the lining
of my ass and causing blood to emerge from my abused
hole.

       I screamed with every thrust into my hole, the
pain unbelievable.  Without warning, Frank slowly
removed his hand from my hole and the pain subsided.
Gesturing to Ryan, another drawer was opened and a
long pink dildo removed.  About a foot long and ten
inches in circumference, the tool was briefly shown to
me before Frank coated it with lube.

       My head was coated with sweat, my reddened face
glistening and my hair matted.  I gritted my teeth as
I felt the dildo move into me, the pink head quickly
disappearing into my well-worn asshole and the lengthy
shaft soon following suit.

       My breathing was labored and my pulse echoing
into my ears as I felt the monster enter me.  I turned
to Ryan and his mouth was soon on mine as his hand
clasped my cock.  As Frank fucked my ass with the
dildo, Ryan fucked my mouth with his tongue, his hand
stroking my cock until it erupted into a stream of
jism.

END