Later that week, I was sitting in the living room watching television, when the phone rang. My mother answered it and after talking for a moment, told me it was the Doctor. She went back into the kitchen to finish fixing dinner, and I picked up the living room extension. I told my mom to hang up the kitchen phone, and waited until she had done so before speaking.
"Hi Doc."
"Hello. I'm calling to see if you have any time this weekend to give me a hand with some old office records I need to move into storage?"
"I've got baseball practice on Saturday morning, but after that I'm free for the rest of the day." Hearing his voice had caused my dick to start inflating a little.
"Good. When will you be finished with practice?"
"We usually wrap up just before lunch."
"If you can come straight over, I'll make a sandwich for you, and then we can get to work."
"Great. I can use the extra money. I want to buy a new ball glove. The one I had from last year, feels too small now."
"You must have grown up some over the Summer."
"Yeah," I chuckled. "My mom says none of my pants are long enough anymore."
"I'll bet. Maybe we can do something about getting you some new clothes."
"I'll see you Saturday afternoon."
"I'm looking forward to it." As I hung up the phone, I had to squeeze my stiff cock through my pants, and tried to make my boner go down. Doc Edwards had a deep sexy voice that just turned me on completely.
"Dinner's ready," my mom sang out. My younger brother came storming up the stairs from the basement where he'd been working on one of his model plane kits. I turned off the television, and walked to the table with a half smile on my face, and a little wet spot on the front of my blue jeans.
"What did the Doctor want," mom asked as she served our plates to us.
"He needs some help Saturday with some old office records."
"Good, maybe you can use the money to get a pair or two of new jeans. The old ones are looking like I shrunk them."
"Yeah probably," I responded, and took a bite of meatloaf.
Saturday's practice, seemed never ending to me, as most of my thoughts were far away from the playing field. Coach yelled at me for goofing off and missing an easy out by not throwing to third after I caught a fly ball I couldn't avoid. By the time Coach called an end to practice, I was so ready to hit the road to Doc's house, that I told the coach I'd shower at home, because I had something to do in a hurry. He lectured me about keeping clean, and then let me go.
Doc answered the door in shorts and a tee shirt. I still had my team practice shirt on over my jeans, and was carrying my cleats over my shoulder. I'd changed into my old oxfords at the field.
"Hey Kevin," Doc said, greeting me.
"Hi Doc."
"Come on in. I've got lunch on the table." I followed him into his kitchen, and we sat down at his table. He'd made us both ham and cheese sandwiches, and had big glasses of iced tea, which he took out of the fridge as I took a seat.
As we ate, he asked about the teams chances, and then switched the conversation to my hitching experience of a few weeks before. He seemed to want to hear the story again about the men who picked me up. I'd told him previously the whole story, and had only left out the sex stuff. But I guess the bit about staying in the motel cabin with the salesman had aroused his suspicions.
"Did either of the men giving you rides put a hand on you? He took a swallow of tea, and seemed to have a little difficulty swallowing it.
"What do you mean?" I knew what he was getting at, but wanted him to ask it outright to see his reaction.
"You know. . .Did either of them touch you?"
"You mean touch my dick?" He swallowed hard, and coughed a little.
"Yes. Did they now?"
"Yeah, I didn't tell you before because I was confused about it, and thought it might be dirty."
"Well, you can tell me about it now. You don't have to worry about me telling anyone."
"OK." I took a bite of sandwich, and thought about how I could tell him the whole truth. He watched me as I chewed and thought it through.
"Both of them," I started, and stopped.
"Both?"
"Yeah. I let both of them." I blushed beet red, and dropped my eyes to my plate. The Doctor put his hand on mine as it lay on the table and patted it gently.
"What did they do?" He asked after a long silent moment.
"I guess they did everything they wanted. I figured I owed them something for giving me a ride like they did. So I let them do what they wanted to me."
"What do you mean by everything?" He had a strange look in his eye, and had begun to breathe deeply.
"The first guy made me suck him off, and then he fucked me with his cock in my ass." Doc took a deep pull of air that sounded almost like a gasp.
"Did he hurt you?" Hi finally asked as I took a swallow of tea.
"Not really. I kind of liked what he did to me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it was hot. I'd never had any sex before, and didn't even know I could take a big cock like that up my butt hole."
"How big was he?" I held my two hands up, and being unsatisfied with the dimensions between them, instead marked off what appeared to be the length on my arm. The Doc groaned slightly, and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.
"And the second man?"
"He wasn't as big, but he did OK. HE had me sit in his lap with his dick up my asshole while he drove his truck."
"Oh geez." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. When he opened them again, he looked at me like the other men had. It felt like a look that meant he wanted to do to me what they had. He took my hand in his right hand and squeezed it harder than I thought he would, and then patted it with his left hand.
"I don't know how to say this Kevin. . . but. . . I've thought a lot about you over the Summer while you were gone. I know you turned 18 just before you left, and that makes you old enough in the eyes of the law to make some personal decisions about your life that you haven't had before."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Until you were 18, the lay considered you a minor, and as such you had to abide by your parent's wishes. Now, that you are of age, the law recognizes you as an adult, able to make adult decisions about what ever you want."
"You mean I can drink a beer if I want?"
"Unfortunately, drinking age in Colorado is 21, so no you can't have a beer yet legally, but you can have sex if you want to without a problem just so long as you don't do it with someone younger than 18."
"I see. So I can fuck like a bunny, as long as I don't do it with anybody younger than me right now."
"That's right."
"Why are you telling me this Doc?" He took a gulp of air, and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.
"To be honest and straight forward son, I think I'm in love with you." It was my turn to be shocked. And I sat there speechless while he looked at me intently.
"Can two guys love each other?" I finally stammered.
"Why yes; they can. Men have been loving each other for all time. The problem is society frowns on the practice."
"What practice?"
"Homosexuality."
"Homos, huh?"
"You might hear it referred to as being queer, and as much as that word offends me, it is the word society has currently chosen to define men like me. I'm a queer. I like men."
"But you're a Doctor."
"Wouldn't make any difference if I was President of the United States. I'm still queer. What I'm trying to say to you is that I love you, and would like to have a life where we can share our sexual needs with each other. Maybe, eventually if your mother can see her way to approving it, I'd like to have you live with me as my partner and lover."
"Wow." I sat back in my chair and looked at him intently. Here I had been thinking I just had the hots for him, and here he was telling me he practically wanted to get married or something.
"You don't have to answer me yet if you can't or don't want to, but I would like to know soon."
"Doc, I. . .," The words were slow in forming in my brain. "I came over today, hoping something would happen."
"Happen? Like what?"
"Doc, I think you are a sexy man, and after I had the two experiences I've just told you about, I've been wondering and scheming about how I could et into your pants too. When I'm over here around you, I have to go home and jerk off sometimes two or three times before I can get my head on straight."
"Kevin, you don't know how I've had to deal with you visits in the past." He stood up and pulled me up with his hand until we both wee standing together. He looked down at me from his slightly superior height, and then hugged me to his body. He put his face in the crook of my neck, and I felt him kiss me tenderly.
When he straightened up again, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine with both hands, and kissed him hard on the mouth. His tongue and mine danced with each other exchanging saliva and passion. I felt his big tool rising against my belly in his shorts, and my own snaked down the leg of my sweaty jeans.
He broke the kiss finally, and looked deeply into my eyes. "You're sure you want this?" I just nodded, and put my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest and listened to his beating heart.
We stood there for several seconds, before he pushed me away, and asked in a shaky voice; "what are we going to do about this situation?"
"Let's go to the bed room and see what comes up." I took his hand, and led him through his own house to his bedroom. He followed like a lamb being led to some kind of slaughter, not reluctantly, but easy, not without a bit of hesitation.
In the bedroom, we stood next to the bed, and slowly peeled out of our clothes. I watched his hairy chest come into view with his little gold crucifix nestled in his dark thatch, and saw his nipples, rosy and stiff and couldn't resist leaning in to lick and kiss them.
I told him I needed to take a quick shower because I was sweaty from practice, but he told me he liked to think of me that way, and wanted to taste me in all my boyishness. To illustrate, he leaned down and licked the side of my dusty face from my neck across my jaw to my ear. He lingered at my ear, using his tongue to stimulate me. I shivered as he worked the tip into my ear and made me feel sexy as all get out. My cock, squeezed as it was down the legs of my tight pants, erupted with a gush of precum, wetting my leg and ultimately the cloth of my pants. I groaned a little, and he stopped.
He sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing his shorts and placed his hands on my hips. His eyes traveled down my nearly hairless torso to my crotch and further to where my cock had leaked a pool of liquid. He leaned over, and I felt him suck the wet spot, adding moisture to it with his tongue. His mouth traveled over the head of my restricted cock, and began to suck my knob in earnest. I moaned and shivered again. He stopped after a moment, and reached for the buttons on my jeans. As he opened them carefully, he continued to lick and suck the skin on my stomach until he uncovered the top bulge of my stiff cock. As soon as it lay exposed, he placed his mouth on it and I felt his tongue sliding over my flesh heating and heated. He tugged my pants lower, exposing more of my shaft, following it with his mouth. I was breaking into a sweat across my brow, and chest. He let his left hand wander up and across my chest, pausing at my nipples briefly, before gripping my shoulder and suddenly pulling my mouth down hard on his. I felt like he was trying to swallow me whole but gamely entered the kiss with as much passion as I could put into it.
When the kiss broke, he had pushed my pants all the way down my to my ankles, and my hardness was now bouncing and bobbing in front of his face. He groaned again, and his tongue slipped out and licked the large pearl of precum off the tip. I shivered at his touch, and pushed my cock head toward his mouth. He opened slightly to take my offering, and I felt myself flowing into his deep hot mouth to the root of my being.
"Oh, suck it Doc," I moaned, wrapping my arms around his big head. He slipped lower on me until I could feel his nose pressed hart into my belly. He held me tight with his arms wrapped around my buns, and then bean to suck me with long slippery slides of his mouth. At the head, his tongue went to work on my knob and I felt him coaxing fresh emissions of precum from my shaft. Every time he managed this, he moaned in grateful pleasure with the gift.
I began to rock my hips a little driving myself into him. He relaxed his hug on my ass, and put his hands on my hips. I started to fuck his face with more urgency, as he bobbed on my shaft with vigor. Almost without warning my balls pulled up along side my shaft, and I squirted a heavy saved load of cum into his mouth, and he went wild sucking and moaning draining my nuts into him like it was meant to be this way from the beginning. He swallowed, and then swallowed again before he had it all. Slowly, he slipped off my softening cock, and still holding my hips, let the head pop out of his mouth. I looked down and saw a large creamy spot expanding in his lap. He's cum when I had, messing his short with his load.
I dropped to my knees between his legs, and began licking and sucking the stain through the cloth. I could feel his semihard cock under the cloth and began to nip it with my mouth. Before long, it was expanding again, and then i was throbbing under the material like something coming alive again. I pushed him back on the bed so he was laying down, and as he pulled a set of pillows under his head to see better, I pulled his shorts off of him. He hadn't been wearing any underwear, and his thick piece of manflesh, rose like a lazy giant at an angle from his balls. The shaft was too big for the muscles to bring i upright. I placed my elbow at the base of it, and pulled it up against my arm. I was astonished to see the head was touching the bottom of my wrist, and the shaft was as big around as my wrist all the way to where it disappeared into his dark thatch of pubic hair. It was my turn to groan.
I let my tongue ride the rigid shaft along his cum tube, until I reached the massive flaring head. The head was smeared with little gobs of cum from his previous climax, and I licked it clean, savoring his taste. I stood up, and kicked off my oxfords, and then wormed my way out of my jeans, without taking my hands off his huge dick. I was licking it the whole time, and had it dripping with my saliva by the time I climbed up onto his body and told him I wanted it inside me.
I squatted over his tool, and using more spit on my butt hole, I placed the head at my hole, and tried to relax. Slowly the big head put pressure on my sphincter, and before long popped through any resistance it was encountering. I took a deep series of breaths, to ease the pain of the monster in my hole, and listened to him murmur to me as I slipped inch by inch down on his hardness to the bottom.
I rested there, feeling the fullness reaching into my chest cavity, making it hard to breathe deeply. He had his eyes zipped shut, and had his hands resting on my hips to help balance me. WE stayed like that for several minutes just savoring each other. I gradually felt my insides being nudges by his throbbing shaft. I started to rise up to gain some maneuverability so I could fuck him, but he held me tightly pressed against his crotch.
"Just be still," he whispered, making his cock throb again inside me. "Try gripping my shaft with your ass ring as hard as you can." He relaxed a bit on his grip of my hips, and I tightened down hard on him.
"Yeah, baby, that's it." His cock throbbed. I tightened down again. This went back and fourth between us for several minutes, until he relaxed his hands further then took my rigid dick between his thumb and forefinger. He began a slow almost imperceptible stroke on my shaft. The feelings were almost impossible to feel with his big dick buried in my ass throbbing continuously. I kept up the tightening of my ring on him, and we remained essentially motionless for what seemed like a long time. The only differences I could feel was the steady rise of the heat between us. We were both drenched in sweat.
After he'd stroked me slowly for what seemed like 20 minutes, I felt something beginning to build in my body. It was like nothing I'd felt before, and I realized I was pouring sweat like I was playing ball on the hottest day of the year wearing a woolen uniform.
Doc must have been feeling something too, because his hips began to rock under me not exactly fucking me, but more like he was writhing with sexual overkill. With a sudden thrust up with his hips, he lifted me with his body at least a foot off the bed, and I clamped down harder with my ring on him to keep from falling. I felt his big cock throb inside my guts, and then I was filled with an even hotter spot as he blew his load deep inside.
My own cock responded to the thrust, and I was instantly sooting another load across his hairy chest and face. He had ropes of my cum hanging from his eyebrows and nose and across his mouth. He relaxed and let me collapse across his chest with his big cock still buried in my hole, and I licked my cum off his face. When I reached his mouth, he opened up and we kissed again, sharing my load with our tongues.
Afterward, we lay in each others arms until he finally said he had to take a piss. He got up and I followed him into the bathroom. I knelt beside the toilet as he stood feet apart and began to spray the bowl with his thick stream of piss. I watched him pissing and knew that I loved him as well, and when he had finished except for a dribble of yellow liquid, I opened my mouth, and took his dick head inside. He grinned, and after a brief moment, he was able to trickle a bit of his salty nectar into me.
"Wonderful," he murmured.
He finished his piss, and lifted me up and kissed me again. Then he sat down on the toilet, and took my limp cock into his mouth and grinned up at me with his eyes. I smiled back at him and tried to relax.
The flow was strong, and he was soon gulping to keep up with me, with little streams escaping from either corner of his mouth, dribbling in golden droplets down his chin to glisten in his chest hair. When I finished, I dropped down on my knees again and licked up the golden droplets still hanging in his hair.
We talked the rest of the afternoon, trying to decide how we could make the idea that we wanted to be together acceptable to my mother. It was decided that we would wait until I'd graduated from high school, and would naturally want to go out on my own. He felt it would be less of a shock to her if came at a natural moment like that.
He told me that when we were living together, that he'd take care of me, and that he could even help my mother and little brother out financially. He also wanted to pay my college tuition from his savings. We talked until it had begun to darken outside, and then he told me I'd better go home or my mom would be worried.
I kissed him, and told him I'd see him the next day. "So soon," he asked.
"Yeah, the lawn needs mowing again, and we didn't get anything done about those old office files." He laughed.
"Yeah, and we may not get anything done tomorrow either." He slapped my bottom as he pushed me out the door. He said quietly in my ear as I passed him; "I love you son."
I stopped on his porch and turned back to him slightly. "Yeah, me too." He was grinning from ear to ear when I turned away and skipped down the walk to the street.
The End
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