Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2001 16:29:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Dr. Mike - Medicine Man - Part 2 (Raunch, Scat)

Disclaimer:

The following story is a work of fiction. It deals with subject matter
that some readers may find objectionable. Therefore if sex between two
consenting men or scat is offensive to you or if you are under the age
of eighteen, STOP HERE!

Dr. Mike - Medicine Man - Part 2
by Rim4you

Chapter 1

I left Dr. Mike's office smiling and happy. That was a first. To leave a
doctor's office feeling exhilerated. Just before I bounded out of the
office, Joey pulled me aside.

"I just thought you'd be interested," Joey said, "in knowing that your
specimen checked out okay. How'd things go with Dr. Mike? He treat you
alright?"

Joey gave me one of those all knowing kind of looks with a broad smile.

"Everything went just fine." I replied.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. By the way, I'm Joey."

"I'm Adam. Nice meeting you, Joey."  

"The pleasure's all mine, Adam. Believe me."

As we shook hands, Joey slipped a piece of paper into mine. Needless to
say I had a good hunch as to what would be written on it.

"See you around?" Joey asked.

"Count on it," I replied.

Outside I unfolded the piece of paper Joey slipped me. Sure enough the
note read:

Joey
536-4297
call me

Upon closer examination the white paper seemed to have brownish streaks
on it. Not knowing why, I lifted Joey's note to my nose and sniffed.
Sure enough. It smelled of asshole. But whose asshole? I smiled and
tucked the piece of paper in my shirt pocket.

Chapter 2

Arriving home I plopped down on the sofa and checked my phone messages.

Beep. "Hey Adam. It's Damon. How'd it go at Dr. Mike's? Wanna get
together later? Call me."

Beep. "This is to confirm our appointment later this evening. I hope
you're following the doctor's orders. See you later."

I smiled and rubbed my crotch. I wondered what he had in mind? As if I
didn't know.

Beep. "Your piss tasted so good, man! Dr. Mike and I drank some of it.
Delicious. When can I have some more? How'd you like the added spice to
my note? Call me."

Hmmm! Things were looking good. Not to mention my cock which I pulled
out. I gave serious though to it ... jacking off right then and there.
Nah! I'll hang on a little while longer. Don't wanna rush a good thing.
But I'd be sure to give Joey a call.

I picked up the phone and returned Damon's call coming up with an excuse
as to why I couldn't get together with him. I decided to wait before
calling Joey back. I didn't want to seem overly anxious.

I tried to spend the rest of the day occupying my mind with thoughts
other than that of cock, asshole, fucking, Dr. Mike and Joey. But that
proved to be impossible. I was popping boner after boner all afternoon.
And the pressure in my rectum, the need to take a hefty dump was ever
increasing. But doctor's orders!

At around 5:30 I just couldn't resist. I needed to relieve some
pressure. Ease some tension. I stripped down to my skivvies and stared
at the wet spot up front. I'd been leaking cock snot all day long. My
dick was throbbing. My balls were aching and my asshole was twitching
and straining to contain my ever increasing need to take a shit. I needed
to shit real bad! If Dr. Mike didn't wrap things up at the office soon,
I'd be doing my own irrigation.

I couldn't shake off the image of Dr. Mike sniffing his finger earlier.
The finger he had examined me with. He seemed to derive so much pleasure
from it. I figured that if he plowed my ass now, he'd surely get more
than he bargained for. Or was that what he was bargaining for?

Thinking that I should prepare for anything, I headed for my bedroom. It
wouldn't hurt to bring out the vynyl mattress cover and a few extra
towels. As I headed down the hallway I slipped my hand down the back of
my briefs. My buttcrack was all sweaty. I slipped a finger in my crack
and rubbed my swollen pucker. Oh yeah. Real moist and definitely raunchy
I figured. Removing my finger I held it under my nose and took a whiff.
It was funky alright. Downright stink ... but arousing.

Sniffing my finger, I prepared the bed and tossed several towels around
so they would be in easy reach. Now all I needed was Dr. Mike! Crawling
up onto the bed I got down on all fours, my ass up in the air. Wouldn't
hurt to practice! I reached under my bed and pulled out my toy bag. I
rumaged through it. Oh yeah! Big Jim! My handy companion. What the hell.
Perhaps Dr. Mike liked to get dicked too. I tossed the dildo onto the
bed. Just then the doorbell rang.

Chapter 3

"How's my patient?" Dr. Mike asked, as I swung open the door.

"Be still my heart. A doctor that makes house calls!"

For some reason, and I could have been imagining it, he looked more
provacative than this morning and more alluring then I was usually used
to seeing him:  a figure zipping past my kitchen window.

His hair was tousled.  Hmmm!  Perhaps he and Joey had a go at it before
he left the office?  Nah!

He had on his sweats and from the tell-tale signs on the material it
sure looked to me that he had been working out.  Circles of sweat
stained the material in his armpits and the front of his gray
sweatshirt, likewise drenched, clung to his chest.  His sweatpants, at
the crotch, showed the same evidence.  He looked absolutely delicious.
In a way he reminded me of Damon but with a more earthy appeal.

"Hope you don't mind that I decided to get in a workout before coming
over.  I jogged over from the office."

"Why should I mind?"

"So, have you been following doctor's orders?"  Dr. Mike said, closing
the front door behind him.

"Well, yeah."  I said, running my hand over my chest and down over my
crotch.  "But it hasn't been easy.  I was about to call 911."

"You know what they say?"  Dr. Mike replied, putting his arms around me
and drawing me close, grinding his crotch against mine.  "The cure is
worse than the disease."

He ran his hands up and down my back before slipping them down the back
of my skivvies.  I shuddered.  He massaged my buns.

"So its gonna get worse before it gets better, huh?"

"Let's just say ..."

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"  I sighed, as he slid a finger into my sweaty buttcrack
and lowering his head, gave me a deep, wet kiss.  "If I don't get
another treatment soon I'm gonna rupture."

"Well in that case ..."  his words trailed off as he ran his lips along
my neck.

Geez!  This guy was turning me on big time, pushing all the right
buttons.  As he inched his finger towards my hole, his other roaming
hand swirled over my chest before descending down to my crotch.  Yanking
the front of my briefs down he wrapped his hand around my dick and
squeezed.

"I see your temperature has risen, Adam," he whispered, licking my neck.

"Well what do you suggest, doc?"  I droaned, heart pounding, knees
shaking.

"Relax.  Relax."  Dr. Mike cooed, sensing my trembling.

"That's what you told me this morning!"  I said, sarcastically.  "And
look what happened."

"Mmmmmm!"  Adam moaned.  "I remember."

His finger found my asshole.  He rubbed my swollen asslips.  It felt so
good.  I love having my asshole played with but if he kept this up much
longer I was sure to have an accident on the spot.  Maybe that's what he
wanted?

Chapter 4

I led Dr. Mike down the hall towards my bedroom.  Once inside I sat down
on the edge of the bed and stroked my cock as he undressed.

This man was absolutely gorgeous.  As he pulled his sweatshirt up over
his head I could see, for the first time, that it was matted with a
thick carpet of dark hair.  With his arm raised over his head as he
pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, he looked at me looking at him
and grinned.
Bending his head slightly he sniffed his armpit.

"Mmmmmm!  Nice and ripe, Adam!  I love the way men smell.  Don't you?"

"Fuck yeah."  I whispered, nodding my head.

"A man's stink is his cologne."  Dr. Mike continued, taking deep whiffs
of his armpit.  "Aaaaaahhhhhh!"

He ran his hand over his chest.  His fingers swirled through the forest
of dark hair towards his pit.  Reaching it, he rubbed his hand over the
obvious wet pit hairs after which he pressed his hand to his face and
took in a deep breath.  His body shuddered.

This was no twink standing before me getting off on his funk.  No way!
This was a man.  A real man.  The kind of man I always dreamed and
fantasized about.  The kind of man that could make me do anything no
matter how disgusting or raunchy it might seem.

With some guys you just go through the motions with.  You know, get the
job done.  Ease the tension.  Relieve the pressure.  But with this guy I
knew things were going to be different.  The way he stroked my prostate
earlier, nice and slow, bringing me just to the edge and catching me
before I tumbled over.  Only a man who had crafted his skills and
perfected his talents could do that.  Such control.  Such power.  It's
what I needed.  It's what I wanted.  And the fact that he was a doctor?
Geez!  Wouldn't that make Mom proud!

"Come here, Adam!"  His voice was drenched with lust.

I rose from the bed as if in a trance.  I was mesmerized with this man
and being drawn to him like a magnet.

"Rip off your briefs!"  Dr. Mike whispered.

I grabbed the fly opening of my skivvies.  With all my strength I yanked
it open wide and the material just ripped.  The sound of tearing fabric
seemed to echo in the room.

"Come here!"

With his finger he pointed to a spot on the floor between his parted
legs.  Slowly, my eyes locked upon his, my hands still pulling at the
torn fabric of my briefs, I approached him and crashed to my knees. I
tilted my head back and gazed up at him.

"Smell!"  he said, rubbing the hand that had swirled through his armpit
over my face.

The moist residue of his sweat and its aroma passed over my face and
swirled up my nostrils.

"Funky!"  I sighed, breathing heavily.

"I'll give you funky, Adam!"

Dr. Mike took the waistband of his sweatpants in his hands and with one
smoothe motion yanked them down to around his muscular thighs.  His
long, thick cock swung out and up slapping me in the face.

"Smell my cock, Adam!  Smell your asshole still ripe on my cock.  Its
fermented with my sweat.  Smell it.  Smell my dick!"

I ran my nose up and down the length of the veiny shaft sniffing every
inch of it.  His cock reeked of crotch sweat and asshole.  It had a
tart, ripe aroma.  The odor of cock and asshole combined.  Hell. It was
stink but in an erotic sort of way.  The kind of stink that seemed to
draw out sensuality whereas otherwise it would have smelled repugnant.

"Yeah!  Take a deep whiff, Adam.  Smell your asshole on my cock!  Your
sweet asshole!"

"It smells good, doc!"  I moaned.  "So fucking good  ... aaaaaahhhhhh
... your cock ... my asshole ... stink!"

My breaths came in short, raspy gasps as I savored the aroma from his
dick.  That he had left the residue of my asshole on his cock, not
washing it off, only excited me even more.  Here was a man after my own
heart.  A man of stink.  A stink man.

"I wanna suck your cock, man!"  I sighed.  "I wanna taste my asshole on
your dick!"

"Suck it, Adam!  Suck it!  That's your joystick tonight!  Taste your
stink on my dick!"

I ran my nose along the underside of Dr. Mike's dick.  Reaching the
swollen, mushroom head which dripped with his cock juice, I opened my
mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick.  I swirled my
tongue around and lapped at his piss slit.  The tangy flavor of sweaty
cock, of pre-cum, of asshole filled my mouth.

"Yeah!  Suck my stink dick, Adam!  Suck it!  Taste the stink!  Manstink!
Yours and mine."

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  I groaned, my head bobbing up and down his juicy,
tangy shaft, drooling and slurping hungrily.  "Tastes so fucking good,
doc!"

Dr. Mike rocked his hips back and forth.  His sighs of satisfaction told
me that I was pleasuring him as he was me.  As he pumped his dick in and
out of my mouth he ran his hands over his ass.  I could hear that
familiar sound of flesh contacting flesh, skin to skin.  I knew that
before this night was over my lips would be where his hands were now.
Patience!  I kept telling myself.

As I continued slurping and sucking on cock, a riper, stronger aroma
swirled up my nose.  A heady scent.  A stink I recognized so well.  A
stink that made my cock throb and my balls ache.

"Fucking stinks, dosen't it?"  Dr. Mike whispered, huskily, passing a
finger under my nose.  "Got it nice and dirty for you, Adam."

"Aw shit!"  I gasped, rubbing my nose on his finger and taking deep
whiffs.  "Fucking dirty butthole, doc!"

"That's right, Adam!  That's dirty shithole your sniffing.  My shithole!
Got some nice residue on my finger for you!"

I groaned with animal lust as Dr. Mike rubbed his private stink over my
flaring nostrils.

"Fucking turning me on big time, Adam!  Watching you get off on my
stink.  Smell it good, man.  There's plenty more stink where that came
from.  Bet your packed too, huh?"

"Yes!  Yes!"  I gasped, impaling my nose onto his ripe digit, feeling
his finger churning up my nose.  "My ass is full of shit, doc!"

"Oh yeah!  Packing some buttfudge for me, Adam?"  Dr. Mike moaned,
gently twisting his finger up my nostril.  "Yeah!  Get that stink up
there nice and deep.  You like my manstink, don't you?"

"Fuck yes!"  I sighed.  "It's what I live for.  Fucking manstink!"

"Oh, I knew you were a pig."

"How's that?"  I asked, snorting his stink and drooling on his cock.

"You enjoyed having my finger up your ass during your rectal exam this
morning.  And then when I pulled my finger out and saw ..."

"Shit!"  I gasped.  "You saw shit!"

"Yeah.  Stinking shit on my finger.  Your shit, Adam.  I knew.  You see.
Most guys getting a physical always make sure their shitters are squeaky
clean."

"Fucking twinks!"  I sighed.

"Hey.  I've fingered some hot, twink hole in my time."

"I bet you have!"

"Like I was saying.  Most guys are clean.  But when a man turns up an
asshole like you did this morning, Adam, and I find buttfudge, that's
..."

"A pig!  A fucking dirty pig!"  I moaned.

"Oh yeah!"  Dr. Mike responded.  "A fucking stink pig!"

"Like Joey?"  I asked.

Dr. Mike smiled.  Looking down at me he pursed his lips then drew back
his head and hocked a wad of spit onto my face.  It splattered on my
forehead and ran into my eyes and onto my cheeks.

"Just like Joey.  Now I can have double the pleasure!"

Reaching down he smeared his spittle over my face.

"How's that asshole of yours, pig?"

"It's packed, doc!  Dirty and stink!  I gotta shit real bad."

"How bad, Adam?"

"Fuck!  I'm about to explode I gotta dump so bad but you told me not
to."

"Good boy!"  Dr. Mike said, running his fingers through my hair.  "How
old are you, Adam?"

"Huh?"

"How old are you?"

He hocked another wad of spit onto my face and rubbed it around.  I
moaned.

"I'm twenty-two, doc."

"Just like Joey."  Dr. Mike replied.  "He's twenty-two also and ..."

"And?"  I asked, turned on and frustrated at the same time.

"So is Damon."

"Damon?  You know Damon?"

"I've know Damon since he was fifteen.  He's one nasty pig!"  Dr. Mike
replied, grabbing the back of my head and buckng his cock into my mouth.

I couldn't believe it.  Damon?  My best friend?  A pig?  A man of stink?
Nah!  Not that I had known Damon forever.  Just since I was eighteen.
Flashbacks of all the nights I had beat off to fantasies of Damon
flooded my mind as Dr. Mike fucked my face.  Geez!  Damon?  He was
porking some chick.  At least that's what he led me to believe.  Was the
supposed chick Dr. Mike?  Damon referred to her as 'Michaella.'  Mike?
Michael?  Michaella?

Why would my best friend keep this from me?  Why did I keep what I felt
for Damon from him?  Was it that we were both in the same boat?  Brother
pigs hiding a deep, dark secret?  And that it was Dr. Mike who
discovered our inner needs and was acting upon it because it was also
his need too?

All these years of aching cock for my buddy!  Stealing glances of him in
the lockeroom at the fitness center.  Lusting for his ass whenever he
sauntered, naked into the showers ahead of me.  Always looking.  Always
craving.  Hell.  I had even stooped so low as to swipe one of Damon's
stinking socks from his gym bag so I could sniff his stink while I beat
off.  Now hearing all this from Dr. Mike!

Anger.  Lust and hurt swelled up within me.  I knew it wasn't justified.
I couldn't blame Damon for keeping his darkest secrets to himself.
Didn't I do the same thing?  Maybe that's why he referred me to Dr.
Mike?  Yeah!  That's it.  Why else did Damon leave a message on my
answering machine asking me how things went at the doctor's office?  He
knew that Dr. Mike would be able to draw things out, no pun intended,
that would bring Damon and I together.  What Damon and I couldn't say to
one another, reveal to one another was being channeled through Dr. Mike.

The initial anger and hurt dissipated.  I clamped my mouth around Dr.
Mike's cock and sucked furiously while his stink filled my head.  I'd
settle the score with Damon later.  For now ... Ah yes!  Now I'd kick
back and feast on Dr. Mike.

Chapter 5

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  I moaned.  "Fucking stink dick, man!  I love it.  I
need it.  I want it up my ass, doc!  Up my stinking, dirty ass!"

"You like sucking that dick?"

"Fuck!  I'm not stupid, doc!  I know a good buttplug when I see it!
Fuck me!  Fuck the shit outta me, man!  It hurts.  I gotta shit so bad.
I need cock up my stinking shithole!"

"Get up on the bed, Adam.  Show me your mancunt!  Your stinking
mancunt!"

I rose to my feet, releasing his cock from my mouth with a relunctant
slurp.  I wriggled out of my ripped skivvies.  Holding it out towards
him making sure that the brown skids from where the fabric had been
sucking at my asshole faced him, I led him towards my bed.

Tugging his sweatpants off and tossing them unto the floor, he sniffed
his way towards the briefs I held in my hand like a lamb being led to
the slaughter.  He wrapped one hand around his dick and stroked.  With
the other he curled his fngers around his hairy balls and yanked.  All
the while inching his way towards me.  His breaths short, deep and
raspy.

I stared at his fucktool.  It was the biggest cock I had ever seen hard
between a man's legs.  Every vein along his bull cock defined clearly as
they branched out towards the bulbous mushroom head that flared and
dripped cock snot from his pisshole.

The sound of his hand stroking his dick, that flesh to flesh sound
seemed to fill the room as I drew him towards me.  That slurping sound
of wet cock!

I gazed into his eyes deeply.  That glassy look of lust in our eyes
betrayed us both.  Our inner needs.  Our desires.  Our yearnings.  Our
carnal lust seemed to leap from our eyes.

They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul.  At that moment of
hunger I felt that our eyes were gazing upon the very sewer pit of our
debauched, depraved lust/

"Come to me, pig!"  I hissed, chant like.  "Crawl to me you fucking
whore!  On your fucking knees!"  I hollered, my voice rising, surprising
myself at it boldness.  Its demanding tone.

"Fuck!  Fuck!  You slut!  Bitch!"  Dr. Mike groaned, his voice cracking
as he sunk to his knees with a thud and slid his way towards me.

"Lick your way to my dirty asshole, motherfucker!"  I bellowed.

As I backed myself onto the bed I dropped my ripped skivvies onto the
floor.  On my back I slowly drew my legs up towards my chest.  My
buttcheeks spread revealing my hairy trench and my exposed, vulnerable,
swollen, puckering asslips.  I moaned as I rubbed a finger over my
twitching, moist hole.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"  I sighed, as I passed my finger under my nose.
"Fucking stinks, doc!  Dirty manpussy!  Raunchy cunt!"

Lifting my head up, stroking my dripping cock, I glanced down towards
Dr. Mike.  With head bowed to the hardwood floor I watched as he dragged
his tongue along the floor towards the bed and my gaping asshole.

"Filthy cunt!"  Dr. Mike groaned, sniffing and licking the droplets of
sludge that had oozed from my hole onto the floor as I made my way
towards the bed.  "Mmmmmm!  I can smell and taste your juicy manhole!"

"Fuck!  Yeah, man!  Left a trail of my stinking asshole for you to
follow.  My slophole's full 'o shit for you, doc!  I'm packing fudge,
man!  Stinking buttslop for you to fuck outta me!  Gotta dump real bad,
man!  Aw ... fuck ..doc!  I'm hurtin'!  Geez!  Dick me!  Fuck me!  Fuck
me dirty!"

Thrashing my head from side to side I let loose a long, drawn out sigh.
Dr. Mike's wet tongue had found my quivering asshole.  Clasping my hands
behind my knees I drew my legs sharply against my chest, panting
heavily.

"Fuck!  Fuck!"  I hissed, gritting my teeth as his tongue lapped at my
swollen asslips.  "Dick me, doc!  Cock my motherfucking cunt!"

"Fucking stink pussy, Adam!  Sloppy manhole!"  Dr. Mike gasped, burying
his face in my buttcrack.  I could feel his gotee scraping along my
sensitive trench sending shivers up and down my spine and tickling at
the same time.  I laughed and moaned with pleasure grinding my ass onto
his face.

"Fuck me, man!"  I hollered.  "I need your big cock up my dirty ass!
Dick me, doc! Please!"

With brown drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, Dr. Mike heaved
his body up onto the bed.  Kneeling between my outstreatched legs he
took his mammoth tool and rubbed it against my asshole.

"Wanna get pig fucked, don't you slut?"  he yelled.

"Yes!"  I hollered, clawing at the mattress. "I can't hold it any
longer, man!  I'm gonna ..."

"Oh yeah!  Fuck!  Shit!  Shit!  Fucking shit!"  Dr. Mike screamed, as he
slammed his hips forward sending his cock, in one swift motion, past my
flaring asslips deep into my dirty cunt.

The shocking invasion.  The swift rape of my hole convulsed me.  A
searing pain ripped and rumbled in my bowels.  A pain that gave way to
pleasure and relief.  Huffing and panting, I relaxed my ass muscles.  In
doing so the pressure valve, like the cap of a steaming volcano was
released.

"Fucking pig!"  Dr. Mike roared, slamming his face against one of my
upturned feet and sucking my sweaty toes within his mouth, as his
pistoning cock ripped my asshole wide and it farted its gooey, stinking
contents out splattering on him and the vynyl covered mattress beneath
us, sending a rush of pungent stench up our nostrils.

"Dick the shit outta me, doc!"  I hollered, sending my reeking, up until
then, blockage, spewing out of my cocked hole splattering everywhere.
"Fuck me!  Fuck me!"  I yelled, drawing Dr. Mike's lips to mine.  "Fuck
me dirty, man!  Fuck me stink!"

The putrid stench was overpowering.  The more Dr. Mike dicked my aching
hole, the more I spewed its reeking contents.  A pasty, stinkng goo,
like bubbling mud, farted out of my cocked hole.  The sludge churned and
spat out of my hole, over my balls and spread out over my bucking
asscheeks.  It felt so warm.  It felt so nasty.

"Give it to me, Adam!"  Dr. Mike moaned, pumping his didck in and out of
my asshole.  "Give me your shit!  Your stinking filth!"

"Aaarrrggghhh!"  I groaned, "Fuck!  Bitch!  You motherfucking
son-of-a-bitch!"

My manpussy spewed its raunch.  At the same time cock plugged my hole.
It felt wonderful.  It smelled wonderful.  Two pigs wallowing, fucking
in the mire of ass sludge.

The phone rang.  I jerked my head up only to have it slammed back onto
the mattress by Dr. Mike.  His lips hungrily kissing mine.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  he groaned, his tongue probing my mouth deep.

The answering machine clicked on.  I turned my head towards the
direction of the voice.

Beep.  "I want you, Adam!  The way he wants you.  I want you to want me
the way he wants you!"

I recognized the voice.  At least I thought I did.

"So he wants your shitty hole too?"

I rocked with pleasure and delight.  I looked past my nightstand where
the phone was.  Beyond it towards the window where I could see the
sihlouette of a man pressing a cell phone to his ear.

"Mmmmmm!  Fuck me!"  I cried, swirling my tongue deep within Dr. Mike's
mouth and releasing from my asshole another geyser of steamy, stinky
shit.  "Just fuck my dirty hole!"

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