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DENTAL RIM
From Tom's Tongue
Hello. My name is Tom Gibson, and I am a DDS -- a dentist. I have a family practice I share with three others in a medium-sized Southern town. I am 25 and have lived here since I graduated from the University of Florida Dentistry School two years ago. I'm 5'11", weigh 185 pounds, with brown hair and blue eyes. I work out and swim regularly and my smooth body is very muscular. The only hair on me is in my pits, my pubes and a few around my asshole.
On with the story...two nights ago, just as I was about close up the office and leave, the phone rang. I debated whether to answer it, but I had a patient I'd seen earlier who was in a lot of pain, and I was worried about her. If the service picked it up, and it was she, it would take an extra five or ten minutes before I reached her. So, just to be on the safe side, I picked up the receiver. "Family Dentistry," I answered "Dr. Gibson speaking."
A young male voice responded, "Dr. Gibson, this is Frank Cooper - I was in there to see you last weekend..."
I remembered Frank very well. He's a local high school sports star - dark-haired, blue-eyed, boy-next-door kind of guy. He was very likeable and out-going, and on top of everything else he had perfect straight white cavity-free teeth. He flossed every DAY!
I remember when he was sitting in the chair as I did the follow up to his cleaning and x-rays, how unsettled I'd felt. He was looking at me very strangely. It was a Saturday and I was wearing khakis and a scrub top as opposed to my weekday dress shirt and tie. As I entered the exam room, I could see him look me up and down, without stopping while I reviewed his file and x-rays. He stared deep into my eyes while I was bent over his reclining body, trying to look into his mouth, only to be repeatedly distracted by his gaze.
"...see you?" I was completely lost in remembering. Frank had continued speaking and I hadn't heard a thing he'd said.
"Excuse me, Frank, could you repeat that?"
"Uh, sure. I need to ask for your help, and I was wondering if I could come by to see you?"
Somehow, I had the feeling that Frank wanted more than a routine follow-up, but couldn't be sure. As I replayed his mysteriously intense look from last Saturday, I realized that his stare had aroused me, both on Saturday and, even then and there, as we spoke on the phone. I replied, "No problem, Frank. Do you want me to check my schedule bo-...?"
"NO!" he interrupted, "I need to see you now! I'm across the street at the drug store. I looked in your front window and saw that you were alone." There was definitely urgency in his voice.
"Is this a dental problem, Frank?"
"Uh...uh...yeah...sorta. Dr. Gibson, it's just very PERSONAL and I didn't want to ask you about it with a lot of people around." I was curious, that's for sure.
Before I go on, let me tell you a bit more about myself. I am or was what you would call solo-sexual - since messing around with a few folks in college - both male and female, I have had sex only with my right hand. I'd also had offers, again from both sexes, but I just wasn't interested. Up until the night in question, I didn't consider it any big deal. It was just something I took care of myself. I WILL admit, however, that a mental picture of Frank did enter my mind the last time Rosie Palm took her sisters out for a walk.
Deciding that I wanted to see what was going on with this good looking guy, I said, "Sure, Frank, come on over. I'll meet you at the door."
As I walked to the office's glass front door, I could see Frank emerging from the shop across the way. He was wearing short - very short - gym shorts and a low scooped tank top. His musculature was quite impressive and obvious. I admired his athletic grace as he jogged between the two doors.
When he saw me standing, waiting for him, a radiant smile broke out on his boyishly handsome face. "Gee, Dr. Gibson, you don't know how much I appreciate this." As he spoke, he moved inside and I locked the door. "I wanted to talk to you on Saturday...hell, I've wanted to talk to you about this for a LONG time."
"Well come on inside and we'll see what we can do..." We stepped out of the waiting room (I took note that the outdated copies of Sports Illustrated, People, House & Garden and Highlight were straightened) and into the surgery. For an office, I have a very cramped space that I share, so, I couldn't take him there. It was too small. "Why don't we step into this exam room to talk?" I asked, moving as I spoke. "You sit in he chair and I'll roll up this stool. Good. Okay, tell me what's bothering you."
He sat back, stared up at the fluorescent-lighted ceiling for a moment, and turned to look me in the eyes. It was another of "those" stares, I felt a twitching in my crotch. "Like I told you, this is sorta dental...well it's ORAL."
"Oral...?" I queried.
"Yeah, I've been doing some reading at the college library, and I think I have what they call an oral fixation."
I almost laughed, but he was so very serious, I subdued myself. I just nodded with my hand covering my mouth trying to show a concerned expression, but actually trying to conceal my smile. "I see," I mused, "what is it that you are..."long pause "fixated about?"
Turning to face me directly, he spoke softly, "I..I...want to put...uh...things in my mouth. I want to taste them, I want to kiss them, I want to lick them, and I want to suck them. I thought you might be able to help me out."
"Tell me more, Frank...what else do you want?" I knew what I wanted, my dick was hard as a rock and uncomfortably tangled in my Calvin boxer briefs. He was acting shy and demure, but I could just tell he wanted something different...something more..
Noticing him squirming in his seat, I looked down and saw that he had a hard on. Not only was his beautiful fat cock hard, four or five inches had worked their way free against his right thigh. Emerging from the left leg hole was one Grade-A-Large-Egg-sized ball, covered with curly black hair.
I waited. Leaning back in the chair with his face parallel to the floor (I have state-of-the-art headrests), he spoke softly, almost as though I wasn't even there, "I don't want anybody to hurt me, but I want somebody to make me take things in my mouth - make me suck them..."
"What 'things,' Frank?"
"Well...anything. Anything somebody would MAKE ME take in my mouth. Anything..." He sounded like he was in the middle of a dream.
Something awoke in me that I didn't realize existed. "So, Frank is a pig boy, huh?"
"Yesssss...."
"Yes, what?"
"YES, SIR!"
"That's better" I stood "Get up! Don't you think I have too many clothes on, boy? STIP ME, NOW!"
Frank jumped up with an enthusiasm that surprised me. As he said, "Yes, Sir!" he reached for my shirt, ignoring my tie and yanked it open, popping buttons flying across the exam room. As I finished pulling off the shirt, leaving the tie on, Frank was kneeling between my feet, untying one shoelace with each hand, lifting first my right, then my left foot freeing them of both oxfords and socks. After finishing with the left one, he lifted it toward his face, inhaling through his nose loudly.
Leaning back against the counter, pushing back a tray of sterilized implements, I said, "Okay, Frank, check out that foot. Does it smell good?" He looked up at me and nodded. I continued, "How do you think it'll taste?" I have clean feet, with high arches, long thin toes with a few veins just beneath the skin that snake up my muscular calves.
He didn't answer me. His tongue was extended and he ran it around my big toe like he was licking a dick head. I felt a tingling in my balls as he gave each of my toes equal treatment. Growing frustrated, I pulled my foot back, dropped it slightly, and rubbed it across his dripping cock, still protruding from his shorts.
When I had collected a good supply of his pre-cum, I lifted it to his mouth again. Lunging forward, Frank sucked my as much of my foot into his hungry mouth as he could contain. I could feel his tongue slathering my sensitive sole. "You like the way that tastes?" I asked.
He moaned and nodded with my foot still buried in his mouth. I pulled my now-sopping-wet foot free, and began pulling at my belt buckle trying to lose my now-too-snug slacks. Frank grabbed my hands, and said, "No, sir...that's my job." Taking a moment to rub his hand all over my crotch, he looked up at me and smiled. "Just like Christmas morning!" With surprising dexterity, he had my belt unfastened, my pants unhooked, unzipped and, along with my Calvin's, at my ankles and off, faster than I could have even done it myself.
He was bent over, so I knew he hadn't gotten much of a look at my dripping nine-incher yet. To tease him, I spun around so my back was to him. Jokingly, I said, "Wanna kiss my ass too, Frank?"
"OH, YES, SIR! WHATEVER YOU SAY SIR!" Before I knew what was going on, he'd pushed me forward until I had to grab the counter to stop my fall. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them apart, and within seconds I felt his mouth, lips and tongue kissing, licking and lapping my ass cheeks. He moaned, "So beautiful. Dr. Gibson, YOU SMELL AND TASTE SO GOOD, SIR!" He began licking my crack, not deeply, but enough to graze my pucker-hole a few times.
Now, call me na^Ëve, but I'd never heard of rimming before. Frank grabbed one of my ass cheeks in each of his hands and demonstrated what I had been missing. My cock instantly went from just hard to raging-could-be-cumming-soon ROCK HARD! I swear he had his tongue six inches up my hole! IT FELT SO GOOD!
"OH, FRANKIE BOY, DON'T STOP. LICK IT, MAN. FUCK MY HOLE WITH YOUR TONGUE!" I was delirious with pleasure -- pleasure unlike any I had ever known. So, this was what I had been missing all these years, a tongue up my rectum? I was nearing orgasm and I wasn't even touching my dick!
Frank was actually grunting and moaning with delight as he continued to discover new uncharted territory in my nether reaches. I pulled away from his suctioning mouth, wanting to prolong the experience. "Okay, Pig boy, off with those clothes, and get back in the chair." I ordered.
I moved the chair to the fully reclined position as I carefully observed him undress. His face, which wore a determined expression, was smeared with his spit, my sweat and ass juices. He was moving as fast as possible and nearly fell in his efforts. His body is wonderful, model perfect. He has a small triangle of hair on his breastbone, and a thick pleasure trail leading from his navel to his hairy bush. Fully revealed, his cock was amazing. Eight thick inches, dripping with pre-cum, so much so that the hairs on his large balls were glistening.
I wanted to suck that dick...but not before we took care of mine! As he climbed back onto the chair, I bent to pick up my socks, which he had dropped on top of my shoes. I pulled off my tie without freeing the knot, and slipped it's over Frank's head, covering his eyes and tying the loose ends to the headrest. Using the socks, I tied his hands to the armrests. We were ready for his oral examination.
"Okay, now we're gonna do that testing you came for. You ready, Frank?"
"Yes, sir!"
"I'm gonna put something in or on your mouth for five seconds. When I take it out or off, you're to tell me what that item is. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir"
"And if you don't know or misidentify the item, you'll have to take it back into your mouth for a length of time to be determined by me. Got that?"
"Yes, sir!" This affirmative was with his mouth open and his tongue sliding around his lips, like a baby bird waiting to be fed.
God, he was cooperative! And I loved it. I wanted to bury my dick down his gullet, but I knew it would be more fun for both of us, and I also wanted him to EAT MY ASS SOME MORE! But wanting to have some fun, I pushed my index and middle fingers into his hungry craw. I didn't mess around either, I pushed them all the way inside, feeling his tongue slip-sliding all around them. Amazingly, I felt a tingle in my nipples as he licked the webbing between my knuckles.
As I pulled free, he gasped, "Those are your fingers, sir!"
I immediately bent and pushed my hardened tit onto his mouth. Licking outward to test the field, he immediately began using his teeth, lips and tongue to provide me with exquisite torture.
Again, I pulled free, "Your nipple, sir!"
Lifting my arm and moving slightly to my left, I dropped my arm pit onto his seeking tongue. He sniffed deeply and began taking long lapping licks of the sweaty hair there.
"Your arm pit, sir. It smells SO GOOD! CAN I HAVE SOME MORE?"
"No!" was my only reply. I pointed my tongue and pushed it toward his lips. He tried desperately to lift his head to kiss me, but the tie restrained him, leaving him to suck on my tongue like it was a small dick. The thought made me want to give him the real thing, but I had two other taste tests in mind.
Pulling away, tasting myself on my tongue, I stood and straddled his face, hearing him say, "Your tongue, sir! Please, let me kiss you!" Holding my sopping wet dick head against my stomach, I dropped my bouncing balls into his mouth.
He emitted a deep groan of delight as my balls, both of them, were engulfed in his amazing mouth, sending even more tingles across my body. Bobbing up and down a bit caused my sack to pull tight as he applied more suction. When I pulled free, with an audible pop, he gasped, "Sir, I don't know what those were...so, you hafta put 'em back in me."
"Frank" I gasped, as well, "you know I make the rules" And I dangled my balls at his lips, where he could reach them with his tongue, but not his lips. He was whimpering with desire. I looked down and saw his dick throbbing with a steady stream of pre-cum collecting on his chiseled stomach.
Grabbing my balls, I moved forward and dropped my ass onto his hungry tongue. I didn't give a damn about any five-second rule then. I spent the next five minutes dragging my ass crack up and down his face, bouncing my hole on his pointed tongue and emitting a stream of obscenities that amazed even me.
As orgasm approached again, I straightened. Frank moaned and pushed his tongue out as far as it would go, trying to induce my hole back to him. Enticing as that might have been, I wanted - no, I NEEDED to cum. Reaching under his head, I lowered the headrest to its fullest, literally pointing his chin directly at the ceiling. Lining my dick head up with his lips, I spoke, "Now, Frank, it's time for us to test...your gag reflex." I pushed forward and was swallowed to the HILT!
The small exam room was filled with the sounds of Frank gulping, slurping and gurgling around my dick. My pre-cum was a perfect lubricant and I slid easily back and forth inside his already dripping-wet, molten hot mouth. Frank and I were both in the throes of fuck lust. I began pounding my dick in and out of him, my balls bouncing on his eyes and nose, and he was whimpering and begging for more.
"OH, YEAH, SUCK THAT DICK, FRANK! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM! I'M GONNA FILL YOUR STOMACH WITH MY SPECIAL WHITEWASH!" Just as my first blast hit his throat, Frank moaned loudly and I watched with awe, which only increased the power of my own orgasm, as his prick ERUPTED untouched. His first few volleys were so powerful they hit my belly, dripping into my pubes and onto Frank's lower lip.
I had never experienced an orgasm as earth-shattering as the one Frank had just given me. He sucked and swallowed like a clogged vacuum machine trying to get every drop of available sperm from my deeply lodged balls.
Despite the fact that I HAD just cum like never before, I was still stiff as a board and ready for more. Regaining strength, I pulled my woody from Frank's ever-sucking mouth. He groaned at the loss. "Sir? I want you to do that again."
After raising the headrest and placing the chair in the upright position, I walked around to the other side and grabbed his feet as I spoke, "I think this exam needs to be expanded, don't you, Frank?" I lifted his legs, and scooted forward until my ass was where his had just been and my legs dangled over the arms atop his still bound hands. My hands were now on his ass holding the majority of his weight. As I had settled into my spot, I lifted his ass until his hole was inches from my mouth.
This guy was too much. While his crotch was hairy as can be, the area surrounding his anal ring was as smooth as a baby's. It was a beautiful sight, one that I wanted to taste. Moving my face forward, I smelled, soap, sweat and baby powder. He wanted "someone" to explore his hole, and I did just that. Delicious is the only word I can use to describe Frank's taste - masculine, hot and responsive. I was French kissing his asshole and he was countering by using his inner muscles to clutch at my thrusting tongue.
Pulling away briefly, I lowered his legs across mine until the tip of my throbber touched his sphincter, and rubbing my right hand across his chest and belly, collected as much of his still wet load as I could. Bringing my hand to my prick, I lubed it thoroughly with his spooge.
"Okay, Frank, you're in control...so lower yourself and get another taste of my pri-- OOH!." Frank wasn't in a mood to be gentle or slow, before the words were out of my mouth he slammed himself downward and until I was balls deep inside him and we were both crying out in ecstasy. This stud had had things up that hole before...I filed that thought away, and moaned, "Yeah, Frank, RIDE THAT DICK!"
Frank was making a "nggg" noise every time my dick head brushed over some particularly sensitive spot deep inside him. Holding on to his shoulders, I pulled myself forward until my mouth was inches from his mouth and said, "Time for the kissing test, Frank." I buried my mouth against his and drove my tongue as deep into is throat as I could.
The kiss caused a reaction from both of us. I began thrusting upward to meet his down strokes and everything moved faster and stood still at the same time. Pulling myself forward until our chests and stomachs were pressed together. His pulsing missile was massaging my abs and pecs, and, BANG, together we exploded, him between us and me, deep inside him. We were swapping spit and tongues and moaning in pleasure all at the same time.
Our bodies were covered with sweat and cum, and my ass was stuck to the smooth surfaced chair, but neither of us cared. I reached up and pulled my now-ruined tie off his head and leaned forward to kiss him again.
Backing away and smiling, I said, "Frank, I'm gonna untie your hands and lie back in this chair. I think I need a cleaning...no x-rays required. And he did JUST THAT!
(The End)
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