Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2005 00:47:28 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Doctor Jasper's Nut Creme

		   DOCTOR JASPER JOHNSON'S FAST-ACTING,
	    PLEASANT-FEELING, SKIN-SOOTHING, JOINT-PENETRATING,
	     ARTHRITIS PAIN-RELIEVING, SUPER-SECRET NUT CREME
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Pop would recite the entire lengthy title like it was a litany, like
the very words were a benediction. As he moved about the house, as his pain
from his swollen arthritic joints screamed pain at him, this was what he
mumbled as he mangled himself to put out hay for the cows, to feed the
horses and pigs, to gather the eggs, when the pain would strike, he would
sing out the song of the medicine-show man who had once offered him
surcease from his pain. Dr. Jasper Johnson was the medicine show man's
name, and his show had come through town a couple of times every year. It
would have some music, a few acts, and then his proffering of the magical
benefits of his medicines.
     Pop swore by his lotion for arthritis, he said he could rub in a small
amount and his joints would stop hurting in only a couple of minutes and
not ache him the rest of the day.
     But something had happened to Dr. Jasper Johnson, nobody was sure
what. He was elderly (I had seen him a couple of times), and maybe he had
just passed away. If so, maybe the secret of his Super-Secret Nut Creme had
died with him.
     Yeah, I know a lot of these medicine show men sold fake patent
medicines, and were more than a little crooked, but Pop really did seem to
benefit from that creme he bought. And when Dr. Jasper Johnson stopped
coming by...well, Pop wasn't the only one singing the medicine show's theme
song mournfully as they fed chickens, worked in their gardens and suffered
the pain of arthritis.
     I had gone into town that day to pick up some provisions from the
general store and maybe get a beer from the saloon. Sometimes the saloon
had ice still in their ice cellar, and the beer would be cold...God, that
would be great! I had a couple of dollars in my pocket, and it would be
worth spending a dime for a cold beer. Warm beer was a nickel.
     But when I got there, I goggled! There was the wagon! Dr. Jasper
Johnson's wagon! He didn't have a show going, he wasn't doing anything but
sitting on the ledge of his wagon, doling out bottles of medicine! But that
was all he had to do to get Pop some of his special lotion! I had two
dollars, that would be two bottles of Doctor Jasper Johnson's Fast-Acting,
Pleasant-Feeling, Skin-Soothing, Joint-Penetrating, Arthritis
Pain-Relieving, Super-Secret Nut Creme!
     Dr. Jasper Johnson looked terrible! I knew then the reason he hadn't
been around for a while, he'd had a major stroke or something. The entire
left side of his face was slack and he mumbled rather than spoke.
     I stepped up and said, "Hello, Dr. Jasper Johnson. I'd like two
bottles of your Arthritis Pain-Relieving Nut Creme, sir."
     "Out of it." he muttered. "No more."
     "No more?" I stammered. "But...but you make it yourself. Can't you
make some more?"
     "Can't." he mumbled. "Can't make it no more. Out of the ingredients."
     "But...but...can't you get some more?"
     "Not for the creme, no." he murmured.
     God, Pop would give up all hope if he learned of this! He had been
sort of holding out, bearing the pain, knowing, hoping, some day that
Dr. Jasper Johnson would return and he could buy some more skin-soothing,
pain-relieving super-secret nut creme. Without that...Pop had had a light
stroke the winter before, he could have one that would carry him off! I
would inherit his farm, of course...but I wanted Pop more than his farm!
     I said all this to Dr. Jasper Johnson the best I could, and he managed
a one-sided smile up at me. "You're a good son, aren't you?"
     I said I guessed so.
     "Well, my boy, I'll give you a list of things to buy for me. You bring
them by my campsite this evening and I'll teach you how to brew up my
arthritis cure for yourself. Would you like that?"
     "I sure would!"
     "Then you just fetch me the fixings, along with two big, strong men to
help you out, and we'll mix up a batch of it."
     "Two men?" I said.
     "Oh, you don't need to tell them how to make it. As long as they'll do
their part in helping with the one special secret ingredient."
     "Well...okay." I said. "What's the rest of the ingredients?"
     He told me and I was somewhat surprised, everything was stuff I could
get at the general store's drug shelves. I said this and he smiled at me in
that one-sided way I began to realize was his usual friendly smile
distorted by the paralysis of his stroke. "Of course they're the stuff
you'd find anywhere. It's the mixing them together that gives them the
power. Plus the addition of the secret ingredient."
     "The secret ingredient isn't on this list?" I asked. "But then...do
you have it?" If I needed the secret ingredient to make it for myself, I
had to know what it was!
     "You'll see it. Just get me those two strong men to do their
part. You'll do for the third man. It takes three."
     "All right." I said. He told me where he was camped and I went to go
find the men.
     The saloon was the place for that. Plenty of cowhands came in to cut
the dust from their throats. Or to kill time if they were between jobs.
     Inside were Jim and Brent, some hands off of the Square G, old man
Garrison's ranch. He had nearly a score of them, they kept coming and
going. Jim and Brent, when I inquired, were still hired by him, but not the
least averse to earning a half-dollar each to help me for the evening. We
three made it to Dr. Jasper Johnson's campsite an hour before sundown.
     Dr. Jasper Johnson was there. "Let me look at these men you have
brought." he said to me.
     First, he regarded Jim. "A fine specimen. How old are you?" he asked
Jim.
     "Twenty-three, sir." Jim said.
     "The prime of life." he said, that twisted smile was beaming. "And let
me feel your arm, young sir. You must be strong for the medicine to have
proper effect."
     "Must take a lot of stirring." Jim said, but he proffered his arm to
the doctor. "I know lotions take a good deal of work to blend it right."
     "Blend?" the doctor blinked. "Oh, no, that's not why I need three
strong men. I don't need your strength to stir the mixture. I need your
magnetism."
     "Magnetism?"
     "The body's magnetism changes as one gets older, it weakens, with the
weakness building at first in the joints. When that happens, we call it
arthritis. We must restore the magnetism to the joints, which is what we do
with my special creme. Now, let me continue."
     He felt Brent's pecs as well, and gave a harumph of satisfaction. "Now
let me see the rest of you." he said. He required all three of us to remove
our shirts. My own body was smaller than these two sturdy cowhands, but I
was healthy enough to have the "magnetism" this doctor required.
     But still, I looked at Jim and Brent and felt smaller than I
was. While I stood at five foot six inches tall, the size of most men, Jim
was six foot two and Brent six foot even. Their bodies were massive mounds
of muscular arms, chests, backs, stomachs, all were adorned with their
bulges of flesh that rippled and swelled with every movement.
     "So, doc," Brent said. "What do you need us to do to put this here
magnetism we got into your potion?"
     "Why, that's what the bowl is for." the doctor indicated the bowl on
the large block that stood nearby. "You'll put it in there."
     "So, how do we put magnetism in that there bowl?" Jim asked.
     "I ain't a-cuttin' my wrists and bleeding in there for you." Brent
declared.
     "We need your vitality in its purest form." the doctor said. "Your
blood is vital, but it's not the purest form of vitality."
     Jim and Brent looked at each other, then at me, and that was when I
got it. "You want us to shoot our spunk in this bowl?" I said
incredulously.
     "He wants us to what?" Jim asked, surprised.
     Brent thought it was funny. "Nut creme! Haw! I get it!" He roared out.
     "Doctor, are you poking fun at us?" I stammered. "We can't do that!"
     "We must restore the essential human magnetism in the joints to
relieve the pain of arthritis." the doctor declared. "Without it, your
father's body will continue to torment him. Certainly a dutiful son doesn't
shirk the giving of some of his vitality to relieve his father's pain?"
     "Uh." I looked at Jim and Brent. "I didn't know this is why he wanted
you here." I said. "I mean, I hired you two because you were strong, that's
what he asked me to bring him, two strong men."
     "So why three of us?" Jim wondered. "I mean, if all you need is some,
uh, nut creme to fix your lotion, why not just young Huntley here? Ain't he
enough?"
     "I need the three of you to get a sufficient supply for the recipe."
the doctor said. "We must mix the ingredients while the magnetism is still
strong, and before it dissipates."
     "Well..." I said as I looked at the two sturdy, stupified
cowhands. Brent was still chuckling about it, Jim seemed more nervous. Me,
I was just dumfounded. "I need this creme for my Pa. He's hurting so
bad. I'll...I'll do anything to get him some of this for his arthritis. He
needs it, guys. He needs it so bad."
     "Well." Brent tipped his hat back with one forefinger and that smirk
of his was friendly enough. "I reckon if your pa needs me to pump some of
my magnetism into that there bowl for him, it seems like the neighborly
thing all right."
     I looked over at Jim. "What about you?"
     "Well..." Jim said, he seemed to take strength from Brent and mine's
decision to go through with it. "You did pay us to help you out here. You
didn't say just what we had to do."
     "Okay." I said, swallowed hard. "Let's get to work, then. Pa's
a-waiting for me to come home afore nightfall."
     We formed a sort of three-man ring around the bowl, which was quite
empty. I fumbled with my pants buttons, but Brent was quicker about the
entire thing. He reached into his pants with a sort of squat-and-hitch of
his crotch and his hand came out along with a sizeable length of soft
dong. "What do you think, Matthew?" He asked me. "Think I got enough
magnetism in here to help out your pa?" His hand worked at his pud and it
swelled and poked out its head like an eager turtle.
     "It...certainly looks like you got plenty of magnetism in there." I
said.
     "So get yours on out." Brent urged me.
     His easy confidence about this group jerk was enough to give me the
courage to get mine on out. Trouble was, my pants went down around my
ankles when I got them undone (that top button had broken off earlier in
the day, I hadn't even noticed. Jim and Brent laughed at that, and I
started to pick up, then straightened back up. "Not worth the trouble until
we're done." I judged.
     "You got that right." Brent said. "Come on, Jim, show us that little
pants puppy of yours."
     Jim flushed a bit, but got his out. I could see why he was
embarrassed, he had a hell of a hard-on already in there! "It's kind of
hard already."
     "Well, that's the idea isn't it?" Brent said. "You can hardly jerk on
it if'n it's all soft, now, can you?" He was unabashedly pumping on his
cock. "So come on, join in the fun."
     "I don't know." Jim said, hesitating.
     Brent gave a grunt of exasperation and his other hand reached over and
grabbed hold of Jim's steel-hard prong. Jim gave up hesitating at that, he
just closed his eyes and groaned! "Aw, hell, yeah, do it for me, do it for
me!"
     His hand reached toward Brent's, but I beat him to it. "This one's
mine." I declared, and Brent chuckled.
     "Yeah, kid, give me a good whacking." he said. "Come on, Jim, the kid
needs some help here.
     Jim's hand was tentative, but when he got hold of me, I gave him a
moan of appreciation. His hand did feel awful good.
     I had half-forgotten Dr. Jasper in this circle of man-cocks, but he
said, "Now, you three whip me up a good batch of that and I'll get to work
on getting the rest of it ready." He paused. "It's been years since I've
fixed this. Used to have my strong man and my jugglers to help me mix it
up. They were such good boys. I hated to let them go when I had my stroke."
     "Aw, ah, ah!" I groaned as Jim pumped on my dick. "Don't worry,
Dr. Jasper." I said. "I'll take good care of this recipe."
     "And Jim and me can keep him supplied with the nut-lotion he'll need."
Brent affirmed. "God, kid, you keep this up and I'll give you enough for a
fresh batch every damned day. How about you, Jim? You like this little bit
of medicine fixing, do you?"
     "Ah, yeah, yeah!" Jim moaned. "God, I'm going to shoot it real soon!"
     "You must keep it together." the doctor warned us. "If the sperm sits
in the bowl unattended for more than a moment or so, the magnetism
wanes. The mix must be done as quickly as possible."
     "Ah, ah, ah!" Jim grunted.
     "Don't worry, doc, I got a trick or two." Brent said. His hand froze
with his hand holding the foreskin far forward and he held it like that,
trapping Jim's dong deep inside itself. "There now, you jest cool down
until Matt and I can join you, pardner."
     "Aw, aw, man!" Jim gasped. "Hurry up, I'm going to explode here!"
     "So get to pumping Matt." Brent warned. "Me, I'm loaded for bear
meself, I'm just waiting on our boss here."
     Jim's reaction was to move his hand like fury upon my pud, I was
suddenly in the midst of a tornado of sensation that whipped at my senses
from all directions at once, and I was hard-put to keep my feet, and to
work Brent's cock as well. I could feel his strength, Brent's prick was hot
as hell and ready to explode.
     Come on, I told my body, come on, give it to them, we got these two
ready to burst and I gotta join them, come on, do it for my Pa, do it for
Pa!
     I was gratified when my climax began to assail my senses, threatening
to burst my brains out from within. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I moaned
out. "Now, now, I'm coming now!"
     "Okay, Jim, come on and shoot yours, give it hell!" Brent said, his
voice blurry with lust. "Shoot that cowboy spunk right into this here bowl,
come on, shoot it for me!"
     "AH, OH, OH, GOD, OHHHH!" I crooned and I squirted my jizz. Brent kept
my cock aimed at the bowl, otherwise, I would have creamed all over that
broad chest of his!
     "That's it, Matt, God, yes, OH, AH, HUH-GUHHH!" Brent yodeled and his
wads creamed into the bowl along with mine.
     "OH, YEAH, YEAH, UH, UH, HNNNKKKHH!" Jim grimaced and his teeth ground
out the syllables as he jetted his load in to mix with ours. We were three
guys pumping our jizz into a large wooden bowl, filling this container with
hot male jizz, giving this medicine our own vital magnetism! Plenty of
magnetism in that encounter, I hadn't felt like this in any of my own
solitary workings of my dong, having Jim pound on mine while I whacked
Brent's prick was something very special, and when I leaned forward in my
exhaustion, I wasn't surprised that it was a meeting of our three bodies
over the bowl, our shoulders touching, our free arms reaching up to form a
tripod of spent male lust.
     "Hoo-boy!" Brent gasped out. "That was one darned good whacking we
done went and did."
     "Yeah." I agreed. "You guys earned your four-bits all right."
     "Hardly seems fair to take the payment." Jim demurred. "Seeing how the
pleasure was all ours."
     "A man ought to enjoy his work." Brent said. "And I'll take my money
with pleasure." And he guffawed with empty lungs at his joke.
     "Okay, now, son, here's what you do with the rest of it." the doctor
said. I forced myself to pay attention, though a part of me couldn't help
but watch two studly cowhands get on their horses and ride off.
     I learned the secret to Doctor Jasper Johnson's Fast-Acting,
Pleasant-Feeling, Skin-Soothing, Joint-Penetrating, Arthritis
Pain-Relieving, Super-Secret Nut Creme that night. The doctor showed me how
to mix these ingredients into the bowl of jizz, and when we were done, I
had some two dozen small bottles of the good doctor's cure for arthritis,
each bottle holding a good four ounces of the special creamy mixture. I
offered to pay for the bottles, but the doctor refused. "I'm just glad this
is one secret that isn't going to die with me." the doctor said. "You can
take over my old circuit if you want to."
     "Thanks, but I just want to take these bottles back to my Pa and see
him get all spritely once again." I said.
     Pa was just as pleased as he could be with the bottles. He promptly
went to work and rubbed nearly an entire bottle over his body. And when he
was done, he sighed with relief. "That's the good stuff, all right." he
said happily. "I got enough here to last me until the doctor comes back
through town for sure."
     I then explained that Dr. Jasper Johnson had given me the recipe. Pa
was extra happy about that.
     The next day, he rode into town early. He came back about
mid-afternoon with a beaming grin. "Sold ever darned one of them." He
said. "And got orders for twelve dozen more. The storekeeper wants to carry
them in his store and he's sending letters to the other stores around the
territory. Son, we done got us a business going here." And the back of his
wagon was loaded with small bottles, near on to forty or fifty dozen of
them.
     "You sold all the medicine?" I said, surprised. "But, but Pa, what
about your arthritis?"
     "Oh, I kept a bottle back for myself." Pa said. "But you'd better get
to work on another batch of that right now. Plenty of people are going to
come knocking at our door from now on, wanting to buy the genuine,
authentic, Doctor Jasper Johnson's Fast-Acting, Pleasant-Feeling,
Skin-Soothing, Joint-Penetrating, Arthritis Pain-Relieving, Super-Secret
Nut Creme. You are now the keeper of a miracle, my boy, and you owe a duty
to the suffering citizens to keep them supplied."
     "Oh." I said. "Well, I'm going to need some help, then. Mind if I hire
us a couple of hands to help with the farm while I mix up the medicine?"
     "We ought to do that." Pa agreed. "You got anyone in mind."
     "A couple hands over at the Square G." I said. "I think I can convince
them to come work for us."
     "Don't offer them too much money." Pa warned. "Old Garrison don't pay
his hands that much, so you can get them for cheap. And make sure they're
willing to work hard, and willing to help you turn out the medicine, too."
     I grinned. "Don't worry, Pa. I promise to squeeze Jim and Brent for
every last ounce they got."
     And with fifty dozen bottles to fill with medicine, I was going to be
squeezed pretty dry myself!

				  THE END
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