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DOCTOR RIM (Part One)
From Tom's Tongue
Greetings. I am Dr. Thomas Gregory. I'm 27 years old and have my own family practice in a small community in the south. Being in a quiet town, I have little to do with my free time except work out, jog, swim, eat and sleep. I'm 5'11", weigh 185 pounds, have brown hair, blue eyes and am clean-shaven. I'm very muscular, and have a naturally smooth body with little hair except just above my genitals and under my arms.
The event I'm going to tell you about took place on a Monday late in the afternoon. I had finished my patient-work for the day, and was just about to lock the front door to my office when a beat-up Mustang tore into the parking lot and jerked to a stop. A blonde haired young man jumped out and ran to the door.
Out of breath, almost crying he asked, "Dr. Gregory?" I nodded. He went on, "Please, sir, I've got a BIG problem and I need your help. PLEEEASE."
I stood back and looked at him He stood about 5'10", around 165 pounds of muscle -- obviously a jock of some sort. He was wearing red gym shorts and a white tank top that highlighted his outstanding tan smooth body, with just a slight layer of body fat still there. He has light blonde hair, hazel eyes (which were slightly red around the edges), a handsome clean shaven (if he shaved at all) face with thick pouty lips and even white teeth.
I was planning to meet my girlfriend, Linda for dinner, but the guy looked so distraught, my heart went out to him. Smiling, I said, "Sure, come on in." Locking the door, I turned to him and continued, "Do I know you?"
Looking down at his feet, he replied, "No, sir. My family just moved here three weeks ago. My name is Todd Wright." We shook hands, and, for some reason, I felt a tingle down my spine when we touched. "I heard my Dad tell my Mom that you're going to examine him for his new job in a couple of days, so I thought I'd come to you. I'm going crazy, and I need somebody to talk to. I know I can trust you, because you're a doctor and all."
"Okay, Todd, I'll be happy to see if I can be of assistance." I led him to my office and had him sit across from me while I sat in my chair, called Linda and told her that I had an emergency come up and that I'd see her the following night. She said she was tired anyway, and that it was probably for the best. We hadn't been getting along too well lately, especially sexually, so I wasn't really too disappointed not to be seeing her.
After hanging up, I looked up to see Todd. He was sitting in the office chair, with the heels of his feet resting on the edge, hugging his knees looking down with his head bowed. He was obviously in distress. I couldn't help noticing that, in the position he was sitting, the muscles on his massive thighs were standing out in bold relief and that his shorts were pulled up high revealing the lower half of his smooth ass cheeks. I don't know why, but I found him to be extremely appealing, and I felt a slight stirring in my crotch.
Mentally shaking myself, I looked into his eyes, and said, "Okay, Todd. Why don't you tell me what's going on?"
Blinking rapidly, obviously trying not to cry, he looked upward and said, "Oh, Doctor Gregory! It's so embarrassing, I don't know how to tell you."
"Okay. Why don't you answer some questions for me, so I can get to know you better and maybe that'll help you to relax. Also, because I assume I'll be your family's doctor from now on, anything you say to me here is strictly confidential. I will never share your secrets with anyone. Understand?"
"So, you won't tell my Dad?"
"Absolutely not...unless it involves a medical condition that requires his approval for treatment. How old are you, Todd?"
"I turned eighteen three months ago. I'm a senior at the local high school, and I have no friends here yet, which is making things even tougher for me."
"Did you leave a girlfriend back in your old home town?"
"No, not really. I dated a lot, but there wasn't anybody I was seeing regularly. Just dinners and movies with friends and stuff like that. All my friends are back there and I do miss doing things with them."
I really felt sorry for him. Moving, particularly as a senior in high school, had to have been hard to handle. For some strange reason, I wanted to move around the desk, take him in my arms and comfort him and the thought sort of thrilled me and disturbed me at the same time.
"Well, Todd, I may be a doctor, and a little older than you, but I can already tell you're a nice guy, and I'll be happy to be your friend. I know you're going through a lot and I'll do whatever I can to help."
He looked up and sort of smiled revealing deep dimples in his cheeks and crinkles around his eyes. "Really? I'd like that. I don't have too many grown-ups in my life except my parents and...you know how that is..."
I could tell he was starting to feel more relaxed, so I continued. "Yes, I do, believe me." He looked at me, breathed deeply and gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Feeling better?" He nodded, shyly. He was so appealing and those troubled green eyes seemed to be looking deep inside me, causing my cock to pulse again. "Okay, so why don't you tell me what the problem is?"
Blushing, dropping his feet to the floor and resting his elbows on his knees, he said in a low voice, "Doctor..."
"Call me Tom, Todd. All my friends do."
"Okay...T-Tom, it's...it's -- uh -- m-m-my....b-b-b-butt hole."
My cock twitched again. "What's wrong with your butt hole, Todd?" I used the same term he did so he would remain relaxed with me. His eyes were tearing up again and he looked terrified. "It's okay, Todd. Remember, I'm your friend. You can tell me anything."
Dropping his head, and speaking in a soft voice, he began, "Tom, it all started about two months ago. I was in bed jerk -- I mean, masturbating..."
I interrupted him, "Jerking off, pulling your pud, beatin' your meat...it's okay to talk that way. I talk that way and I jerk off all the time too. It's perfectly normal."
He quickly lifted his head, eyes wide. "You do?"
I nodded with a smile and said, "All men do. Anybody who says they don't is lying. It's a necessary bodily function. Go on...sorry I stopped you."
"That's okay," he replied. He shifted in the chair and I could see that something was growing between his legs. I didn't know where this story was going but I sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. "So, I was in bed whackin' my willie," he looked me in the eye and smirked, "I'd been at it for awhile. I was really hot to trot and was trying something new, using cooking oil to slick everything up. When I poured more over my hard on, some leaked down my balls and onto my asshole. Even though I had put a towel under me, I didn't want to make a mess, so I reached between my legs to try to stop the flow." He stopped again, hesitant to continue.
"I promise you, I won't think any less of you, Todd. I know you're feeling scared, but you don't need to be."
Taking another deep breath, he continued, "Well, basically what happened is this: I reached between my legs with my oily fingers and when I touched my butt hole...I shot off. I shot off without touching my dick! And it was the biggest 'big o' of my life!"
I pictured this event in my mind, and my prick went from semi to rock hard in less than two seconds. Under the desk, I reached into my pants to point it toward my belly to be more comfortable. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, and, with a quaking voice, asked, "Is THAT all? I play with my butt all the time while I'm jerkin' off. It's just another g-pot...again, no big deal."
Again, his eyes grew wide, and I wondered if I had told him too much. I decided I hadn't when he went on. "Well, there's more. Since I discovered what a turn on it is, I can't get enough of it. I'm obsessing about assholes. I've been beatin' off five, six, seven times a day and I get hard again every time I play with my hole. And here's the really sick part, I've been looking at other guys' butts wondering what their holes look like, what they feel like. Today after basketball practice, a guy on my row of lockers dropped his towel and, when he bent over to pick it up, I could see his hairy butt hole and...I GOT HARD! I left without showering or changing clothes. That's why I rushed here to see you." He was crying now. "Am I QUEER, Tom?"
I didn't hurry to answer him, because I was asking myself the same question. My throbbing nine-incher told me one thing: I wanted to see this young man's ass hole. I wanted to see it, touch it...and I couldn't even think of what else.
I was sweating when I answered him. "Todd, I really don't know if you are GAY or not. I'll tell you what. Let's move into my exam room next door and let me look over the source of your problem and see if, together, we can come up with a solution to your problem."
"You mean YOU want to see my BUTT HOLE?"
I nodded, standing. I was wearing scrubs and my dick was creating a massive tent and a large wet spot. I made no effort to hide it, and Todd looked at it like a deer caught in headlights. It seemed his interest had expanded beyond just assholes. Looking down I saw he was pitching a tent as well - quite a sizeable one. I walked around the desk, took hold of his upper arm, helped him stand and led him next door.
"Todd, take off all your clothes and get up on the exam table on your back." While he disrobed, I set up the table's adjustable stirrups. When I turned around, I was just in time to see Todd, from behind, pushing his gym shorts and jockstrap to the floor. His butt was/is a thing of beauty. Pale muscular, yet fleshy, cheeks, smooth as silk, divided by a completely hairless crack culminating with a tiny pink pucker. My cock pulsed and, for some reason, my mouth began watering.
Turning toward the table, he lifted his right knee, exposing his hairless low hanging lemon-sized balls and climbed aboard. Flipping over, he had his feet in the stirrups quicker than I could have thought possible. DAMN! The kid was hung too! His thick eight inches were flat against his rippled abdomen, dripping joy juice into his deep belly button.
Taking a moment to savor his smooth, hairless body, I moved to stand between his legs looking to his face to meet his eyes. My actions with him were going way beyond the boundaries of medical ethics, but, for some reason, I couldn't stop myself. "Now, Todd, I'm going to begin by showing you that there are many other areas of your body that can create pleasure when touched and caressed in a loving manner."
I placed one hand on each of his knees, and slowly slid my palms downward on his smooth muscular thighs until my thumbs lightly brushed against his rock hard leaking prick. He made a yelping sound. Leaving my thumbs where they were, I rotated my hands until they were softly gripping his slim waist. Moving upward, increasing in pressure as my hands climbed, I drug my thumbs along his shaft until they landed on his pre-cum loaded belly.
When both digits were sopping wet, I got a nasty thought. Picking up both hands, I moved my left toward his face and my right toward mine. Simultaneously, we opened our mouths and sucked in the thumb in front of us, and moans and sucking sounds came from both of us.
Pulling my now-clean thumbs free, I said, "Todd, your pre-seminal fluid tastes great! Do you taste it when you masturbate?"
He smiled -- his first real smile. It was dazzling. "No, but I'm going to from now on! It turns me on!"
Moving back to my demonstration, I placed my palms on his large pectoral muscles and rubbed them in a circular motion finishing with my still moist thumbs tracing circles around his dime-sized nipples. Soon they were hard points. I tweaked them with my index fingers and finished by pinching them lightly. Todd was squirming and moaning with pleasure and pushing his chest upward to meet my fingers.
Smiling at him, I continued, "So, we've found two new treats for you. Now let's take a look at the major area of concern." Pulling up a stool, I sat on it with my face about a foot away from his crotch. Looking upward, across his balls and cock and heaving abs and chest, our eyes met. Taking my index finger and sucking it into my mouth, until it was dripping wet, I pulled it free and began tracing the edge of his tiny hairless pink raisin.
The effect was immediate for both of us. His to throw his head back and groan lustily pushing his hips forward to meet my finger until it wedged just inside the hole, and mine to create an even bigger pre-cum mess in my Calvin's. Not knowing or caring why I did what I did, I drew closer, puckered my lips and began blowing a stream of cool air across his hole -- my lips were almost touching his ass. Inhaling deeply as I continued to lightly touch and prod him with my finger, I smelled sweat and musk, but nothing offensive. As a matter of fact, the aroma was intoxicating.
Pulling back a bit, with him watching again, I took my finger back into my mouth. The taste was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and my eyes actually rolled back into my head from the nasty pleasure. I'd heard of rimming, and just as I was about to stick out my tongue and try it, he spoke, "Hey, Tom! This all feels soooo good. You know I told you that I was curious about butt holes. Can I see yours too?"
Looking toward his face and speaking directly into his pucker, I said, "Sure, Todd, but I've got something I wanna try first!" Not stopping to think, I drove my face forward and drug the flat of my tongue across his hole. I groaned and he squealed from pleasure. The taste was of clean sweat, and something I couldn't identify. Because he was so clean, I knew that it wasn't shit. I also knew that I LOVED it. Backing away slightly, I pointed my tongue and drove forward again, piercing his hole.
He immediately reacted. Reaching down with both hands, he grabbed my head and pulled me closer. "OH, GOD! TOM, I'M GONNA CUM! UUUUUUNNGGGH! YEEEESSSS!"
Tongue-fucking his sweet hole, I could see everything happening in front of me. His fat cock expanded and spurts of cum began flying everywhere -- over his head, on his cheek, chin, chest and stomach. I was amazed. Especially since he said he jerked off so much already. Moving quickly, again without thinking, I grabbed his still-spurting prick in my hand and buried it in my mouth. I decided everything about this young mad tasted good, and that, if he was willing, I'd be tasting him a lot more.
"GOD! OH YEAH! SUCK IT! DON'T STOP! I LOVE IT!"
I had no intentions of stopping. My brain was overloading with thoughts of what I wanted to do to this satyr on my exam table. His dick lost none of its hardness, so I continued to suck on it, trying to get all of it into my mouth and down my throat. Looking up towards his face, I saw the cum he had spilled and another light bulb went off above me. Reaching up with my right hand, I smeared my fingers through all the spooge I could reach.
When my hand was dripping cum, I reached between his legs and, once again found his sphincter. He was still open and wet from the short rim job, and, without any trouble whatsoever, my slick index and middle fingers slid into his rectum. Twisting and probing, I soon found his prostate.
Again, Todd's reaction was immediate and loud (I'm glad my office is a free-standing building). "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD! DON'T STOP! I'M ABOUT TO CUM AGAIN!"
I wasn't ready for that, so I quickly pulled myself up and away from him. "Cool your jets, stud. I think I know just how to solve that problem of yours, but I want to be naked too when we do it, okay?" He bobbed his head up and down in agreement. With him watching me, I first took the two wet fingers that had been deep in his rectum and voraciously sucked and licked them clean. Delicious!
Moving to the side of the table, I looked down and saw Todd's lust-filled expression. I realized that I wanted to kiss him. Leaning down, I licked up two cum splotches from his cheek, and, keeping my tongue out, lapped across his thick lips. Instantly my licking became a deep spit-tongue-and-cum-swapping kiss. He reached up and tried to pull me on top of him, but, again, I wasn't quite ready.
Standing, I slowly crossed my arms and, with one swift pull upward, tore my scrub blouse over my head. Todd's eyes widened and he said, "Gee, Tom, you've got the best chest and abs I've ever seen. They're even better than my Dad's."
...his Dad's? Interesting. I stepped out of my shoes and quickly bent and pulled off my socks. "Thank you, sir. I've worked hard to earn them." Releasing the drawstring, placing my thumbs inside my scrubs and my Calvin's and pulling them down a few inches, I asked, "Okay, Todd, the show continues. Which side would you like to see first, front or back?"
Biting his lower lip (God, that was sexy), he said, "That bulge up front looks mighty big, but I came here for an ass examination, so that's what I wanna see."
Turning my back to him and looking over my shoulder, I asked, "You want to take them off for me?"
He moved quickly. In seconds he was on his knees behind me, hooking his fingers in the back of my pants and briefs, and, just as quickly, they were a puddle at my feet. As I stepped out of them, I felt his hands softly caressing my thighs leading toward my ass.
Speaking, as if in awe as he finally began touching my butt, he said, "It's so hard, yet so soft...so muscular...so beautiful." Reaching up to push on my back so that I would bend over, he grabbed a cheek in each hand, pulling them apart. I felt his warm breath on my most intimate spot. "OH, TOM!"
He lunged forward with his face and suddenly I felt as though every fiber of my being existed in my ass. His tongue was everywhere at once. He must have liked the taste because his snorting groans of pleasure were almost as loud as mine. "OH, YOU DIRTY BOY! CLEAN THAT HOLE! RIM ME! EAT ME! LICK MY ASS!"
He pulled away from he and, as I turned, I saw that he was moving to lie on his back on the floor. He entire face was glistening with spit. In a husky voice, he panted, "Tom, you taste so good. Sit on my face so I can in there deeper and keep on talkin' dirty. It turns me on!"
Stepping over his prone body facing his feet, with my feet on either side of his head, I looked down into his lust filled eyes and began lowering my ass toward his face. "Stud-boy likes that asshole, huh?" He made a pleading, grunting sound reaching up for my hips to pull me downward. "Not so fast, Todd, my friend. Tell me what you want."
"I WANT YOUR ASS! IT TASTES SO GOOD! I WANT YOU SMOTHER ME WITH IT. I WANNA GO TO SLEEP AND WAKE UP WITH MY MOUTH ON YOUR HOLE. GIVE IT TO --- MMMMM."
I couldn't take it and I dropped the last few inches hard, shoving my hole down on his hungry mouth, feeling the vibration of his voice. "OH YEAH, THAT'S IT! IT FEELS SOOOOO GREAT, TODD! TONGUE-FUCK MY BUTT HOLE! GET IN THERE DEEP! LET ME FEEL YOUR TOUNGE IN MY STOMACH!"
I was delirious. Hell, we both were! Moving to my knees with my hole still on his mouth, I leaned forward and swallowed his fat pecker to the root. I guess I am a natural. He thrust upward, fucking my slick mouth and throat with his big joint. Seeing his balls pull up, I knew another orgasm was approaching and I had other ideas.
Grabbing his legs, I pulled them upward, locking his knees in my arm pits, and again drove my long tongue into his sweet wide-open rectum, tasting his delectable cum that I had deposited there earlier. For the next ten minutes or so, we both licked and tongued each other like madmen, each trying to outdo the other in our newly found activity. The sounds of growls and groans of pleasure and our slurping filled the exam room.
Just from his wonderful rimming, I felt my own orgasm approaching and I had another place where I wanted it to go other than on his chest and stomach. I rolled away from him, and he tried to follow, tongue extended, ready to lick anything and anywhere. I crawled between his widespread legs and lifted them onto my shoulders.
Looking deep into his beautiful eyes, I gasped, "Todd, one of the reasons you're turned on so much is because you haven't been properly massaging your prostate. I'm going to give you an injection now that should do the trick, and from what I've heard, should feel great for both of us at the same time."
My cock had been leaking pre-cum for nearly thirty minutes and was dripping wet, and Todd's hole was gaping and filled with my spit. I grabbed my throbbing boner at the base and touched the bulbous head to his nether lips. I swear it felt as though his sphincter were nipping at me as I pushed forward lightly.
Todd had other ideas. With a violent downward thrust of his hips, I was buried balls-deep in his constricting hole. I felt my cock head brush across his vibrating love nut on my journey in, and instantly, a chain-reaction began. His hole squeezed even tighter, if that was possible, and simultaneously, we both began to cum, mine deep in his bowels and his between us. I was amazed how much cum this guy could produce.
As I yowled in pleasure, he screamed, "OHMIGOD! FUCK ME! I WANT MORE!"
Still recovering, I realized that my dick had not deflated in the least. Reaching between us, I scooped up a handful of his spooge, and pulling out until just my cock head was inside him. I smeared his cum on my exposed shaft, and pulling my hand away, began thrusting inward again.
His hole was silky smooth, the tightest place "little Tom" had ever been. I loved it and, again, knew that Todd and I would not be done after that evening. Slowly, I withdrew, and rotating my hips, I corkscrewed myself back into him. For the next twenty minutes, I fucked him in every way I could think of...slowly, thrusting deep and pausing allowing my pecker to throb deep inside him and building speed until loud sounds of wet flesh slapping wet flesh filled the air.
I loved watching his face. His eyes were wide open and he was rolling his head from side to side. Every time I slid across his anal acorn, a grunt of pleasure came out of his lips. Leaning forward I began to deep kiss him, as my orgasm approached.
Looking deep into his eyes as my plunging thrusts grew more frantic, I breathed into his drooling mouth, "Todd, I'm gonna cum again." Pulling back and pummeling his hole, I wailed, "OH YEAH! HERE IT COMES! TAKE MY LOAD!"
Again, as my first spurt flew across his prostate, he threw his head back in ecstasy, and shot another amazing load to join the one already there between our chests and bellies. I was amazed. Dropping down again, I rested my weight on him fully as his knees dropped to my waist and his arms around my shoulders, and we shared another earth-shattering kiss.
Slowly, I withdrew my tumescent prod from his hole. I saw his chest and stomach were covered with his spilled essence and, bending down, I licked and lapped up every drop, savoring the new taste treat. Rolling over beside him on my back, I said, "Todd, it's your turn to sit on MY face." In seconds, he was in position with his dripping hole on my mouth and his mouth and tongue in my crotch licking everything he could reach. We took a leisurely pace, and it was a perfect erotic finish to the incredible sex we had just experienced.
Todd is a great guy. He helped me use towels (that I took with me to wash at home) and hot water to clean up the exam room and ourselves. There were cum splotches everywhere. We enjoyed ourselves, kissing and licking each other as we redressed. Luckily I had a change of clothes because the scrubs and my Calvin's (also leaving with me) were still sopping wet.
Moving back to my office, we sat and talked for a few minutes. "Todd, I know you're not going to believe me, but this has never happened to me before. You are such a sexy guy, I couldn't help myself."
He laughed for the first time and responded, "Tom, I don't care! I came here for a treatment and that's what I got! What just happened was the greatest thing ever. Sex with girls was never like THAT!" Getting serious for a moment, he continued. "MY DAD! You did mean it when you said you wouldn't tell him, right?"
"Todd, it's a secret we'll both keep. But you have to promise we'll do it again. I'm also wondering what one of those 'injections' would feel like."
"And I wanna suck that big beautiful dick of yours until it shoots a load deep down my throat! Doctor, I guess you've 'cured' me, but that I'm going to need follow-up visits...lots of them!" he said with a smile. "Mom and Dad are going back home next weekend to pick up a last load of stuff there. Wanna have a sleepover with me?"
"You bet! But I think you'll need to stop by my place before then for more treatment, don't you?"
The next night I happily broke up with Linda.
(To be continued)
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