Doctor Rim

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DOCTOR RIM (Part Two)

From Tom's Tongue

Wednesday morning I was still in a great mood. Meeting Todd (and breaking up with Linda) had given me a new outlook on life. The cum-stained towels I had taken home on Monday night had been great stimulus for serious jerk off fun, which was another reason for my mood.

My office staff kept asking me why I was smiling so much. I felt like a gushing schoolgirl, and I'm anything but that. Let me set one thing straight, I wasn't in love...I was in lust. I couldn't wait to see, feel and taste Todd again. If I was right, he felt the same way, but I was sure this lust I was experiencing encompassed ALL men. I began to see men in a whole new light. Hot men were at the post office, the gym, or on the sidewalk. They were popping up everywhere. Or I was just consciously noticing them for the first time.

As I was reviewing my patient files for the day with Sue, my PA, as I do every morning, I was somewhat nervous to see the name Lawrence Wright (Todd's father) on her list. I was certain that he would NOT know about my encounter with his son, but I was still apprehensive. He was my last appointment of the day, and I told myself I would worry about it when the time came.

It was a pretty routine day with coughs, colds, various and sundry complaints and five or six annual physicals. Before I knew it, 4 o'clock rolled around. I was finishing up with my patient, stepping out of the exam room, placing the file in its receptacle when, Marge, my over-sexed fifty-three year old peroxide-blonde nurse, came to me with one of those knowing smiles on her face.

"Dr. Gregory, Officer Wright is in your office. He's new in town and if he wasn't married, I'd sure like to get to know him, if you know what I mean."

"O-o-officer Wright?" I sputtered.

"Yeah, HE'S DREAMY."

"Marge, how many times..."

"I know...I know."

Putting her out of my mind, I moved toward my office. Being somewhat old-fashioned, I always meet with new patients face-to-face before we begin the examination. I find that it makes us both more comfortable. I opened the door, and my knees went weak. Before me stood an apparition - a muscular man wearing the uniform of a motorcycle cop. He was placing his helmet on my desk. Of course, his back was to me and my first view was of his butt. HIS BUTT! It was framed in almost-too-tight dark blue pants, with the gold stripe down the legs leading into black calf-high riding boots. His ass was almost identical to Todd's except it seemed bigger, higher riding, more muscular.

Hearing me enter, he turned, and, again, I was taken aback. I felt as though I was in a time machine, seeing what Todd would look like in ten or fifteen years, and the picture was a very pleasant one, indeed! If one didn't know better, the two could pass for brothers, not father and son. The same handsome face, blonde hair in a brush cut and green eyes. Officer Wright had more "crow's feet," and a thick moustache, but they were and are more alike than not. Amazing.

Physically, he was awesome as well. I was later to learn (Much to her delight, Marge got to take his vitals after our office visit) that he was 36 years old, stood six feet even and weighed 193 pounds. Not an ounce of it was fat, and I was guessing that the "3" pounds came from the grapefruit-sized bulge in his crotch. To top it all off, he has a perfect v-shape.

I realized that I had been standing there staring at him, and looking toward his eyes, it seems he was doing some checking of his own. It was warm in the office that day, and I had removed my lab coat. My blue scrubs fit snugly, and the arms were short enough to show off my hard-earned arms. He seemed to like what he was seeing as well.

Finally looking into my eyes, he smiled, and I had another d^Âj... vu moment. His smile was as dazzling as Todd's. Reaching out my hand, I finally spoke. "You must be Mr. - or do you prefer Officer - Wright? I'm Tom Gregory."

Taking my hand in his, he said, " I'm just Larry. Can I call you Tom?" Those tingles were starting again. Actually, they were electric sparks flying from his hand to every erotic stimulus point in my body. Fortunately, my prick was arranged along my hip, so it could grow freely without being too noticeable.

"I'd like that.. So have a seat and we'll get started." Sitting behind my desk, I continued. "So, Larry, how do you like our little community so far? I understand that you're new to town."

"That's right. We're doing okay, I guess. I have a wife and son. You'll meet them eventually because we'll all be coming to you. I don't really know how my wife feels about it, but I worry about Todd."

"T-todd?" My heart skipped a beat. I was trying to sound nonchalant.

"Yeah, he's eighteen, the greatest kid you'd ever want to meet. I really feel bad uprooting him like this, midway through his senior year of high school, but with the economy like it is, a better job means a better life for all of us."

More out of personal curiosity than standard new-patient interview question, I asked, "You said you don't know how your wife feels. Why's that?"

"Arlene is a devout Southern Baptist, and as long as there's a 'First Baptist' here, she'll be happy." He had a sour expression on his face. "I know you're not a marriage counselor, but since she found God, she's not been too interested in being full partner, if you know what I mean. Sex is for procreation and that's all, as far as she's concerned."

"So..."

"So, she and I talk very little, and have even less sex. I've begged, I've pleaded, I've gotten her gifts...everything I could think of, but it's no use. She's a good homemaker and takes good care of us, but..."

"How long has this been going on?" I was amazed that I was sitting here having a conversation about his sex life, having met him only five minutes earlier.

"Over three years..."

"My God! You must have a hard time staying faithful." Even now, I can't believe what I was saying.

Larry looked me in the eyes and said, "Well, actually her attitude has sorta turned me off women in general, and I promised her that I'd never have sex with another woman..."

"...but not MEN!" I finished the line in my mind.

It was time to drop the subject and move on. I was bound and determined to remain professional, despite the fact that he obviously wanted to talk about sex. I spent the next few minutes reviewing his medical history, and sent him on for Sue and Thelma to weigh, measure and collect bodily fluids from before the actual examination began. I sat at my desk wondering why he was talking in such a blatantly sexual manner.

Before I went in the exam room, I sent the ladies home, although Thelma definitely wanted to stay and "assist." I locked the front door. Why did I want to be alone with him? Did I want to be alone with him at all? I was afraid I knew the answers, but wasn't going to make any overt moves in that direction myself. Was he really coming on to me? This gay sex stuff was all so new to me...but exciting as hell. Maybe I was just projecting.

With these mixed up thoughts going through my brain, I opened the door to the exam room to find Officer Larry Wright, sitting on the exam table wearing only his boxer shorts. He smiled, "Hey, Tom, I woulda taken everything off, but that Thelma..."

I laughed. "Tell me about it. She probably would have eaten you up, if she were given the opportunity. She's aggressive with attractive men, but she does a great job otherwise. I sent them home...we've got the whole place to ourselves." I didn't mention that I probably would have eaten him up as well.

His body was everything I expected and more. Beautiful cut muscles everywhere, but, unlike Todd, his upper chest, forearms and legs were covered with a light dusting of golden blonde hair that shimmered on his body. SEXY!

Jumping up from the table, the boxer shorts he was wearing were gone in a flash, and, there he stood, naked as the day he was born. Regardless of my professionalism, my cock had ideas of its own, and it was almost completely erect, reaching my hip, with the leaking process just beginning.

Top to bottom, Larry Wright is RAW SEX! He had one leg bent with his hip cocked so that his crotch stood out invitingly. His dick is enormous! It looks just like Todd's, only longer and thicker. And the best part was that I could tell IT WAS GETTING HARD!

Trying to camouflage my wide-eyed perusal of his spectacular body, I commented, "Larry, if you don't mind my saying, I'm very impressed with the obvious efforts you take to stay in shape. I guess you have lots of women like Thelma, making themselves available to you."

"Look who's talkin'! You're standing right in front of me, Tom, and I know you get the same passes. You know you're one helluva good lookin' guy. As for women making eyes at me, I've just gotten used to it. I pay it no mind, especially when I'm busy tryin' to find other outlets..." The first part of what he said was delivered with smiling sincerity...Larry is a really down-to-earth man. I was so in awe of him that I almost didn't hear the second part about the "other outlets," but when it hit my brain, my cock finished its trip to the land of Rock Hard.

Deciding I needed to get on with the examination, I let the topic hang in the air, along with the sexual electricity that was sending sparks off the walls. "Okay, Larry, why don't you sit up on the exam table and let's get the show on the road." I spent the next ten minutes trying to examine him, checking his eyes, ears, throat, sinuses, lungs and heart. He was all systems go, a very healthy man. The reason I said "trying" is because he had a dripping ten-inch missile pointed at me the entire time! Very distracting.

Even more distracting was his demeanor. He had his head lowered, looking upward toward my face with just the corners of his lush lips curving upwards. Reminded me of that cat and the canary. Guess who was the canary. All I know for sure is that it was seductive as hell.

After checking his reflexes, which was nerve-wracking as hell, it was time for him to stand, "turn his head and cough." I was shaking like a leaf from excitement. Sitting on the stool in front of him, it was all I could do not to swoop down and swallow as much of that dick as I could in one gulp. BUT...I told myself he had to make the first move, and I knew he wanted to...we BOTH wanted to.

The soft blond hairs on his balls tickled me as I reached between his slightly spread legs to take them in my hand. His testicles were large and low hanging and I was sure they were full of cum. As I pulled downward on them, his massive erection bounced on the inside of my forearm leaving wet splotches of pre-cum. Since HE seemed to be ignoring his hard on, I would do exactly the same thing. Keeping my composure, I was able to complete the hernia check, which led to the next big obstacle. "Back on the table, Larry -- next on the agenda is the p-prostate exam. Have you had one before?"

"Nope, but I'm sure I'm in gooood hands." The thin smile turned into a suggestive leer as he spoke. "But I've got a favor to ask. Why don't you take off those clothes before you start? I want you naked when you check out my hole!"

I should have been shocked, but I wasn't. All I know is that as he climbed onto the table, giving me the same spectacular view of his backside Todd had two days before, I was stripping out of my scrubs as fast as I could move. As I bent to pull off my last sock, I heard a slow, low whistling exhale of breathe behind me.

As I turned to face his reclining form, he said, "Shit, Tom, that's one fuckin' hot body you've got there...and so smooth. Just like..." He stopped short, but I know what he was going to say...Todd. "And look at that dick! I saw the bulge in those pants, but that's even better than I expected!" He reached out to grab me, but I pulled away.

"We've got to finish the exam and I think you'll like the next part anyway! Keep your feet flat at the edge of the table and move your ass down till it's hanging off the end." I knew I could have used the stirrups, but decided this was going to be more fun. As he moved, I grabbed the stool and sat between his spread knees.

Scooting the stool so I'd be really close, I inhaled through my nose just as it passed over his left foot. The combination of sweat and leather was almost overpoweringly strong. Not in a bad way...in a SEXY way. And his feet are incredibly masculine with high arches too. I wanted to lean down and lick and suck on his toes.

Filing his feet away for future reference in my brain, I centered myself to his ass crack. Placing a hand on each knee, I helped him spread them apart, until, there before me was his blonde-hair-lined ass trench. In the center sat his hole, a tight pink circle with tiny wrinkles radiating from it.

Looking across his balls, cock, abs and chest as I had with his son on this very table two days earlier, I said with my mouth just two inches from his hole so that my breath blew across it as I spoke, "Larry, I need to lubricate you so that my fingers will move in and out of you easily. I can use KY, which gets kinda messy sometimes...OR...I could use another slick substance I have."

Pushing his hips forward till his anus was just brushing my lips, he said, "OK, use the other st-- AAAWWWWWWWW! YES! LICK THAT HOLE! DON'T STOP!"

I couldn't wait for him to finish. My flat tongue was slashing up and down his sweet ass gash, tasting sweat and musk and LOVING IT! Pointing my tongue, I stabbed directly into the center of his pucker, moaning from the pleasure I was getting from the taste of his hairy hole.

Above me, I heard, "OOOOOOOOOH! MMMMMY! GOD! SO GOOD! THAT'S SOOOOO GOOD! TONGUE-FUCK ME, MAN! GET IN THERE DEEP! I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING SOOOOO GOOOOOOD!"

After four or five minutes of him grunting and me groaning, his hole was beginning to open wider and I was getting deeper and deeper with my tongue. Pulling back, I sucked two fingers in my mouth and withdrew them sopping wet with my spit. I gently touched his sphincter with my index and middle fingers and, one at a time, they slid inside with little resistance.

I spread my fingers, opening his beautiful hole even more. When I pushed my tongue between my digits, my deepest penetration yet, he actually screamed from pleasure! It was a masculine, deep-throated roar that turned me on big time. Pulling my fingers free, I reached toward his mouth, and said, "Make those fingers wet for me, Larry."

He sucked them into his hot mouth like a starving baby going after its mother's tit, making noises that sounded like "yum" as he sucked. Pulling my hand free, I, once again, pushed my dripping wet fingers inside him. As I entered this time, I wiggled my digits, massaging the walls of his smooth, steamy tunnel. Pulling free once again, I took the tasty treats into my mouth.

My third entrance was easier, and I could feel that Larry was testing the waters, relaxing and constricting his hole to adjust to the intrusion. I felt carefully for his prostate, not wanting to over-stimulate him. Lightly brushing it with my finger, I felt Larry go stiff. Apparently I had underestimated his prostate's sensitivity.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN' TO ME!?! THAT'S SOOOO NICE! TOUCH THAT PLACE SOME MORE! I'M GONNA CUM!"

Moving up, I grabbed his throbbing cock in my free hand and pried it from his muscular stomach as I moved my downward. The first shot hit my lips and the second the back of my hungry throat. I had to swallow several times to keep up with the torrent he released. He tasted different from Todd, a little saltier, but equally scrumptious in his own way.

Releasing his delicious pole from my lips, and pulling my fingers free, I leaned across his body, pressing our crotches together, and we kissed. To this day, I have never experienced a kiss like that one. Larry was totally gone with lust. He grabbed the back of my head, and smashed our mouths together; he tongue fucked my throat and I returned the favor. It was so intense.

Dropping his head back to the table, caressing the back of my neck and looking deeply into my eyes, he asked, "That thing you were touching was my prostate, right?" I nodded. With a boyish expression on his face, he continued, "I know that I've come on to you BIG TIME today, but, believe it or not, I've never been fucked, but I want that to change...NOW!"

"Let's go to my office. I have a sofa in there." Standing and stepping back, I took his hand and helped him up. I led him next door and guided him on his back on the sofa with his left foot on the floor and his right leg draped on the back cushions - a wide-open display. I lay on top of him for a few more minutes of spit swapping.

Satisfied with kissing and wanting to move on to better things, I licked his chin and neck tasting his salty sweat. I lapped his right armpit, and spent a few minutes licking and nipping at his dime-sized nipples, causing him to squirm beneath me. Moving downward I traced each ridge of his abdominal muscles; I even tongue fucked his belly button - his big still-hard dick got in the way, so I licked it a bit too.

Kneeling down, I pushed his left leg upward until he caught his knee in his hand. I began kissing his soft-haired balls. Kisses, became lapping licks, became inhaling them into my mouth, one at a time -- more delicious flavors to enjoy. Leaving one in my mouth, I began extending my tongue lower until it was just reaching the edge of his pouting hole. The position he was in left his pucker open and ready for me.

Dropping his testicle from my mouth, I drove my face into his nether valley, Larry's balls bouncing against my eyes and forehead. For the next twenty minutes, I lipped, lapped, licked and sucked his incredible asshole. I would spit into the center of his bullseye and use my oral instrument to push it inside. Using the thumbs of each of my hands to spread his anal lips even further apart, I delved in even deeper.

I was so turned on that I could actually hear myself groan and snarl in pleasure. Larry was a quivering, shivering man, gasping for air and making a yelping noise every time my tongue reached a new nerve ending.

Moving up, I grabbed my dripping-wet-with-pre-cum cock at the base and began running the head in small circles around his hole. I could actually see it pulsing, as though it were trying to suck my dick inside. I placed the tip at the entrance and rested there for a moment. I spit directly onto the junction spot and pressed forward lightly.

Larry had other ideas. Taking a deep breath and pressing out violently with his hips, he had six inches of my fat prick inside him before either of us realized it had happened. His eyes flew open, and he gasped, "Shit, man, that feels GOOD! I thought it was supposed to HURT." My cock head was resting on his prostate, and by squeezing my sphincter, I made it throb a few times. He threw his head back and wailed, "COME ON, TOM. DON'T MESS AROUND! FUCK MY MOTORCYLE-RIDING ASS!"

I pulled out until just the crown was locked against his clutching hole, and drove forward slowly adding another inch on the in stroke. He was boiling hot, and I felt my juices swirling in my balls, ready to meet the world. Backing up again, I paused and asked, "YOU READY FOR IT ALL, COP?"

As he, moaned "GO FOR IT!" I did. I thrust forward with all my might, and slid all the way home until my pubes were tangled with the hairs around his hole. He was doing that clench/unclench thing again, and I knew I was about to cum. Three more rapid in/out thrusts and I was THERE!

Withdrawing to the head, and pushing forward as the spooge bounced off his rectal walls, I cried, "HERE I CUM! TAKE IT!" Balls deep again, I leaned forward and kissed him. I felt his dick throb between my pecs, and, POW, he was shooting! His love-lotion was splattering our chins, necks and chests as if it were trying to join the kiss. We both pulled away and tried to lick up as much of his sweet sauce as we could reach.

Between cummy licks and kisses, he said, "Goddamn, I've never cum like that before! I guess I've got a healthy prostate, huh?"

"You've passed your exam with flying...colors" We both laughed, which caused his colon to squeeze "little Tom" still deeply imbedded inside. The laugh turned into a sigh of pleasure from both of us.

Larry reached up and grabbed my head again, pulling my face to within inches of his. With his hot breath brushing my lips, he said in a sexy voice. "I guess you could say that you passed your exam as well."

"MY exam...?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you about it, but fuck me again, first. We're both still hard. Let's take care of these big dicks!"

Still connected, I rolled us to the side until I was lying on back with my ass hanging over the edge of the sofa and Larry's was straddling me, both of us with our feet flat on the floor. Looking up at this gorgeous man, I said, "Okay, Mr. Motorcycle Cop...let's see how you ride that thing."

For the next fifteen minutes he did just that bouncing up and down, with his head rolling from side to side in the throes of pleasure. He slammed down to meet my upward thrusts, and we were both in ecstasy. I jerked his prick with my left hand while I ran my right all over his hairy chest, caressing and pinching his hard-as-steel nipples. Sweat was building on his body, and from the late afternoon light, the hair on his body glowed.

Soon, the action reached a fevered pitch for both of us and at exactly the same moment my first spurt erupted, his blasted as well, almost like I was cumming through his dick! After a minute or so of body-tensing explosion, I collapsed, sitting on the floor with my back against the sofa. Larry came with me and soon we were licking up his cum and passing it back and forth with our tongues.

Catching my breath, I knew I wasn't done. Lifting myself enough until I was flat on my back on the sofa, I said, "Larry, I want to check out your anus some more...with my tongue! Get up here and sit on my face!"

Straddling my head and facing my feet, just like Todd, he licked and sucked my entire crotch, getting everything spit shined. I sucked on his hole like a starving man, savoring the taste of my cum and his ass sweat. I was just realizing just how similar the two encounters had been, and how different.

Standing again, and turning around to lie next to me, he said, "Ready to hear the story now?" I nodded. He continued with a smile, "Let's just say, Dr. Thomas Gregory, that you are the right man for the Wright men."

"What?"

Putting his finger to my lips, he said, "Let me talk. A little over three years ago, when Arlene started her no-more-sex routine, I started going crazy. I had a workout buddy, Mark. One night we went out for a few beers. I told him the story and, before you know it, we were back at his place, 'helping out a buddy.' It started with jerking off, and soon we were suckin' each other off. He was really helping me, and I loved it. I really enjoyed slurpin' on his big dick. So, since then, he's been my action on the side.

"But we never kissed, ate ass or fucked. I'm sorta pissed off that I missed out on the opportunity. We just never realized what other fun stuff you could do, I guess."

I wondered if I should tell him that I'd never thought of doing the stuff we did until his son came along. No, I promised Todd not to tell his father, but he did say, "the Wright men..." I just decided to let him talk and see what happened.

Larry went on, "Well, things were good in my life, I had a relatively happy, yet sexless, home, a good job and a son who was growing into a beautiful young stud right before my eyes. Arlene got him all kinds of mixed up in his brain about sex and made him make a vow to her that he wouldn't have sex with a woman until he was married.

"About a month after his eighteenth birthday, he seemed to really be down. I took him to the lake, so that we'd be alone, and asked him what the problem was. He told me that because of the promise he made to his Mom, he has stopped looking at girls as sexual objects. He was the 'perfect' date. He said that he was jerking off all the time, and that he was starting to wonder what it would be like to try it with a guy...until he met the right girl and got married."

"Wow!" I couldn't help myself. Todd wanted to have sex with his Dad! That lead-in was too familiar. And, I think the feeling was mutual. I don't think either one had come close to admitting it yet.

Back to Larry. "I've always had a great, open and honest relationship with my son, and I decided to tell him everything. I explained about his mother's views of sex, and because we were honor-bound to keep our promise about women, we were okay playing around with men. Todd was terrified of anyone finding out, as was I, so, somehow the idea of us 'sharing' Mark came up. So, playing matchmaker, one night when Arlene was at a church function, I invited Mark over to watch a ballgame. When Todd got home, the attraction between them was visible. I excused myself to run a quick errand...and I got home two hours later finding two smiling, satisfied men.

"A month later, I get a job offer here that I can't turn down. Like I told you before, I'm truly worried about Todd. Mark told me that my son wanted sex and lots of it, and I guess I do too. I knew he and I were both leaving a great guy, who just happened to be good sex, too."

"So, how do I fit into this venture?" I asked.

"Well last Saturday night, I took the family out to the same restaurant as you and your girlfriend and I think you two were fighting. You didn't notice us, but Todd and I sure noticed YOU! If you don't mind my sayin' so, you looked miserable. It was a miserable both Todd and I recognized.

"I told our very attentive waitress that you looked familiar to me and she described you as, 'that nice Dr. Tom Gregory,' and that your girlfriend was a bitch. Todd and I shared a look and, later, when we were alone, he asked me if you reminded me of someone. And together, we said, 'Mark!'"

It all made sense to me then. I couldn't decide if I was angry with Todd, but decided I wasn't. He led me to this point and nobody was hurt. "So, how did you know?" I asked.

"I wasn't sure, but you responded to all my advances so well, what can I say? So, here's the question, Tom. Will you be the Wright men's boyfriend? Are you seeing anyone, other than Linda, right now?"

"No...I'm not seeing anyone, as a matter of fact, I broke up with Linda last night. This is all so new to me...I just don't know what to think." YES! YES! YES! That's what I was thinking.

"Was today your first time, Tom?"

"Uh...no...I've only done this once before."

"When was that?"

"Uh, recently..."

With his brow furrowed, Larry looked at me carefully, and then broke into a deep smile. "That little fucker! How'd he get you? I told him that I wanted to go first."

Todd's begging me not to tell his father now made sense in a totally different way. Holding my hands up in a surrender signal, I said, "Officer, I refuse to answer that question on grounds it might incriminate me. But, YES! The answer is yes, I'll be the Wright men's boyfriend." We kissed deeply. I added, "One more thing, Larry, I want you to examine my prostate, too!"

Let me finish my story by telling you one thing; it became a goal of mine to have them both at the same time, and it was just a matter of time until I did. It's a great story all on its own. Maybe I'll tell it someday. Oh, and there's the time Mark came to visit.

Let's just say, he was a quick study. Life with the right men can be wonderful. I even joined the First Baptist!

(The End)

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