Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 10:26:59 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Painless Dentestry, Part Three"  by Jay Roberts   Gay Encounters

I was sitting in the waiting room, eh, waiting, I guess, when the
telephone rang in my office.  I put down the men's health
magazine and ran for the phone in the office.

A deep gruff voice was on the other end, "You Doctor Wall?  This
is Coach Wally from Center High School.  I heered you take care
of dental stuff and there's no pain."

"True.  How did you hear about me?"

"Some of the kids on the football squad mentioned it.  Now I
gotta terrible pain in a back tooth.  When can I see you?"

"Let me look in the appointment book.  Too bad my secretary is
off today (every day).  Ah, I see I have a cancellation at 1:00
PM.  How's that for you?"

"It's not good, but I'll take it."

He arrived actually at 12noon.  I made him wait fifteen minutes
and then shamelessly pretended I was saying goodbye to a patient
leaving from the other door from the office.

He was a big fellow, I'd say early thirties.  Big, slightly
overweight body but he had a baby face, crowned with butter
yellow hair short hair.  I laughed to myself that he looks like a
baby, especially with those big thighs.

"Come in coach.  Did the boys tell you about the "device"?"

"Yeah, it sounds a little gay to me, but (he lowered his voice)
I'm a coward when it comes to pain.  I'd try anything.  Say, you
look as young as one of my high school kids.  You sure you know
how to do this stuff?"

I smiled and laughed slightly and sort of pushed him into the
chair.  I put the bib on his big neck and looked right into his
blond buzz.  Why a guy with such a good scalp of hair decides to
cut it off is beyond me.

I handed him the cock collar and showed him the switch.  I had a
feeling that this wasn't the first time he had handled one of
these.

"Doc, can you take another one of those paper things, the bib,
and put it on my lap...for privacy, right."

"Sure coach."

I lowered the chair so that he was almost horizontal.  "Open up.
Which tooth is bothering you?"

He pointed to a rear molar and I saw a spot on the distal side.
I probed it.  He pushed me and my explorer tool out of his mouth
and sat up, his face red and his fists cocked for action.

"Did that hurt?"

"Like a son of a bitch.  Wait a bit while I turn this on."

He slipped it over his prick, all this hidden from my view.  I
heart the hum of the vibrator.  His face relaxed.  I know I had a
happy masturbator here.

I placed the cotton rolls and the extractor in his mouth.  He was
still smiling slightly.  I tried the probe, he didn't even seem
to notice it, so I got selected a drill bit and told him to open
wide and I began.  No reaction.  He seemed deep in his wank
feelings.  This thing was really amazing.  I ought to write a
paper for the County Dental Association.

Now the position that his decay was in was a little hard to
reach. I found myself in front of him and my knee almost into his
lap.  Without meaning to, I dislodged the paper bib and it fell
to the floor.  Now he was revealed.  He had a small fat cock and
that required him to keep his hand pressing the collar toward him
to keep from having his short stubby from losing contact.

Drill, drill, drill.  Now I mixed the cement.  The session was
almost over.  I got in front again and with my spatula I tamped a
little into the preparation.  Somehow I moved quickly and the
boy-toy slipped out of his hand and fell on the floor and all the
discomfort of the drilling hit him.  He howled like a baby. Then
tearfully he bawled out, "You jerk, I was just about to complete
when you...wait, quick, rub and play with my ear."

He had a nice ear, but frankly I've never been into ears.  Is
anybody? But as I rubbed his earlobe and then ran my fingers in
his ear hole, he began purring in happiness.  This ear job used
one of my fingers and I needed them to finish up the packing of
the cement and put this metal foil over it for him to close on
it.  The only thing I could think of was to push out my unusually
long tongue and give him ear/head.  Oh, how he loved that.  His
big thick legs began to lift and lower and his pale blue eyes
rolled in his head.  Big boy was on his way.

I ordered him to close on the foil, he did, then he moaned
through his closed mouth and from his lap came a long stream of
funky cum.  He really ruined his work out pants and his sweat
shirt, but I know he loved every pulsating stream.

He lay there passively afterward, his mouth still closed on the
prep.  The timer rang.  I removed all the stuff from his mouth.
Coach, believe it or not, kissed my hand.  "Doc, you're a wonder.
I didn't feel a thing."  Then he thought a minute, "Except for
that excellent cum.  Whatever the charge, double it."

So, up to now, my patients, afraid of pain, accepted my remedy
without must embarrassment.  I guess that's because I've got
doctor in front of my name.  I did have difficulty with one
patient who knew about the prick collar but had difficulty in
accepting the idea.

He had been recommended by my first patient, you remember?  He
was a Chinese kid, a high school senior.  Very lithe and
handsome, but also very dignified and I guess a private
individual.

He only needed a cleaning.  He had excellent teeth but a bit of
tartar had developed.  As soon as he was in the chair he
stiffened up in fear when I just put the paper protector over his
head.

"What's that?" he asked alarmed.

I patted his soft, velvet skinned cheek.  "It's only to protect
your clothes from getting tooth paste etc."

He sat back again.  As I lowered the back I looked him over.  He
was a beauty, that glossy thick dark hair and his lovely skin
color, resembling that caf‚ con leche dress my mom had.

"Sir, do you have the pain killer thing?"

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, slip this on your penis and snap on the
switch in the back.  Have you ever used one of these, er, Chinese
fingers?"

"No sir, I do not engage in self abuse."

Sure, I thought, I'd take you for a mattress humper.

He seemed very handy with handy dandy and I heard the motor go
on.  His perfect shiny jet eyes closed and a pretty flush
appeared on his cheeks.  Oh shit, I was falling in lust with this
boy.  I must remember to maintain my professionalism.

As I began the first stage of his prophylactic (cleaning to you)
I noticed he was sighing slightly.  This was a hot boi.  I was
now enjoying his tongue.  It must have been the nicest tongue I
ever saw, smooth, red, clean and big.  While I was imagining all
sort of things that tongue could do for me, I pressed my erection
against the arm of the chair and was met with his forearm
pressure.

There we were, me with half my consciousness on the cleaning and
half on the semi-wank, and dear Chan, his slim, very long penis
getting a machine wash.  One of his slim hands was moving the
collar in and out.  In other words, he had added another motion.
I was a little afraid that he might brim over before I was
finished.

What do I really mean "finished"?  Yeah, I was fast nearing a
climax myself.  Our breaths mingled, his smelled sweet like
jasmine and I had rinsed just before he arrived.

"Doctor, I think that I might reach a climax.  Do you have
another bib or tissues?"

I grabbed the tissues and he slightly opened his eyes, allowed
the Pleasure Tube to fall on the floor and gasped out, "My
essence is spilling."

I watched his cock head, now purple in color spitting stream
after stream of pure white, fragrant spooge onto the wad of
tissues.  He moaned sweetly through it.

I lost him for a minute as my cock began spurting in my jeans.  I
clasped his shoulder for support and he rubbed my hand like a
patient with benefits.

He buttoned up, rose and offered his hand and shook mine.  "A
very pleasant experience.  I thank you."

That evening I worked on my laptop and write an article about my
discovery.  I waited two weeks for a reaction.  I opened the
letter with anticipation but found that I had made a mistake.
The ADA enjoined me not to use the "Man's Best Friend."  It
finished the letter saying, "While it is not illegal, you might
risk a lawsuit and your insurance company would not back you.

Well I am stuck with three unused cock cuffs and not able to use
it on patients.  Not to be wasteful, I used them in the office
and watched porn at the same time.  It passed the time
pleasantly.

Right now I am working on hiring a cock sucker to service the
patient.  That ought to be real painless dentistry. My friend
from dental school, Jeff, you remember Jeff, he has volunteered.

End of story