The following is a work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read background, before you get any mind-blowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fictional setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
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Someone for Doug
Chapter 2
It felt like I was in a vise as I pushed slowly into him. He had said he had not been with a man since college and it was easy to believe. I watched his beautiful eyes. They were light brown mirrors that showed me the longing and need he was feeling by reflecting my own.
It was an impulse. I had not been near a gay bar for at least a couple years and this one was not even a good place to go. It wasn't even a weekend. It was Wednesday, after work. I have no idea what I expected to find on a Wednesday afternoon except maybe a couple of tired old queens sipping on some creme de mint liqueur. Of course it was now almost a year since I had sex with anyone other than myself, but even that was not sufficient motivation to visit a place like this.
When I walked in the place was as empty as I had expected. Again I asked myself what the hell I was doing there. I glanced at the booths and saw him sitting there with his head bowed. He must have spotted me when I walked through the door and now he was trying his best to keep me from recognizing him. I walked to the bar and picked up a glass of draft then went over and slid into the opposite side of his booth.
"You come here often ?" I asked quietly. He hesitated a moment and then slowly raised his head until he was looking at me.
"This is the first time." he responded. "How `bout you ?"
"Not for a long time and not while I was sober." I answered. "Something just drew me in here today. I didn't know why, until I spotted you." I had been sipping on my beer and now set the unfinished glass in the middle of the table. "You ready to go ?"
"Where ?" he asked continuing to look steadily into my eyes.
"My apartment." I replied. He nodded and rose out of the booth then followed me out the door. Our cars were close to each other in the mostly empty parking lot and he drove close behind me to my nearby apartment building.
We didn't speak as we walked from the cars into the building, up the stairs, down the hall and into my apartment. I closed the door behind him and led the way into my bedroom. He stood in the doorway as I walked over and pulled the bedding on my double bed down to the sheets. Returning to him, I hooked my finger in the front of his shirt and tugged him over to the foot of the bed. Standing in front of him I started to unbutton his shirt.
"Can we talk ?" he murmured quietly.
"Later." I answered. I pulled his shirt off. His upper body was magnificent. His shoulders, pecs and arms were well muscled and beautifully defined. This man worked out regularly and it really showed. At roughly 30 years of age he had the form of a man 10 years younger. His abs were tightly defined and a marked trail of black hair ran from his navel into his pants. I removed my shirt and threw it on the nearby chair with his. He looked at my chest and then returned to staring into my eyes.
"I haven't been with a man since I was in college and haven't had a sex partner in almost five years." he told me. "I'm really lost about what to do and how I should respond."
I stopped unbuckling his pants and stood looking back into his eyes. Backing up to the foot of my bed, I sat down and patted the area next to me indicating he should sit. He did and I looked over at him.
"I haven't been with anyone for almost a year." I said. "I tend to be aggressive, but I am not out to rush you into anything. It would be wonderful to spend an hour with you which we both enjoy and remember fondly." I leaned over to him and brushed his lips lightly with mine. He didn't respond. I reached over and traced a line with my finger across his shoulder and down his arm. He leaned to me and reaching around gave me a hug, pressing his chest against mine and sliding his hands up and down my bare back.
I tried to think back to when I had first seen Dr. Richard James. It was about three years ago when I had first started to work at Broughton County Hospital. I had been hired as a Clinical Instructor in the Nursing Office. Part of my teaching responsibilities had been in the Family Services Clinic and Rich had been a volunteer physician who I had seen many times, but never really worked with. Even after I had taken on my new job as Clinical Coordinator for the Forensic Psychiatric Unit a year ago, I still had occasionally seen him at conferences or sometimes in the cafeteria. Meeting him in the bar tonight had been a totally unexpected surprise. But then I doubt he expected to see me any more than I had expected to run into him. I knew he was a widower with a young son, but I had no inclination he played in my league.
"Why don't you relax and just let me guide you this time." I suggested. He moved back from me slightly and gave me a nod. I untied my shoes and slipped them and my socks off and he did the same. Standing, I undid my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off, throwing them over on the chair. He followed suit and while he did I went over and took some things out of my bed side table drawer.
"These days it isn't safe not to use protection if your active," I said to him, "but given your recent history and I've been tested clean, I don't think we need to worry tonight." He nodded his agreement. I stopped for a moment and looked again at his body. That black hair trail led to a bush of black hair which sat over a cut cock that now on the rise appeared to be about 6" long. By the time it was fully up it would be a little over 7". Under his protruding pointer and lush black forest was a wonderful hairless white sac hanging down about 4" and outlined in it, two golf balls. His narrow waist and hips led to two well muscled legs covered with fuzzy black hairs at the thighs and shins. As he moved his solid muscular global butt swung into view and I sprang to maximum erection.
I lay out on the bed and smoothed out the area beside me. He immediately interpreted the implied message and lay down next to me.
"You are really beautiful to look at." I told him and he blushed.
"You're really terrific to look at too." he replied. I leaned over again and brushed my lips against his, but he still didn't respond. I slid around and nibbled on his ear lobe. He let out a little moan. Bringing my lips down to his chest I stuck out my tongue and flicked his nipple and nickel sized areola. He moaned louder so I latched onto the nub with my teeth and nibbled. The moaning continued. My hand moved down his belly and combed through the dense hair above his dick. It was soft and silky. Encircling his sac I slid my hand lightly over it and up to grasp his mighty scepter.
As I stroked it and moved up to the bell shaped head his moaning turned into a strong groan. There were several gobs of moisture leaking down the head from his piss slit and I spread them around. His hips were moving up and down on the bed as he tried to force his shaft through my solid fist which held it firmly.
"I won't last too long. I'm too excited." he whispered.
"Then let's get you off the first time, so we don't have any trouble with the main event." I suggested.
Grabbing the lube and getting some on my fingers, I shifted down his body and caught his wagging shaft's crown in my mouth. A sudden gasp from him and then a long groan as my tongue spun round and round the swollen head of his cock. It might have been awhile, but I hadn't forgotten anything about getting a partner to respond and Rich was really needing to respond. Slowly, I eased down his shaft until I had the entire stick embedded in my mouth and throat. Again he tried to thrust his hips up and down but I was leaning on his pubic bone and he wasn't going anywhere. I brought my lubed hand up between his legs and slid into his dark, hot crevice. As I moved up his shaft to take a breath, my lubricated finger located his hidden entrance and when I dove down on his shaft again I slid a digit past his sphincter and into the scalding heat of his velvet tunnel.
It was too much for him. He thrust up as high as he possibly could while I held him and with a mighty roar he started to pump his geyser straight down my throat. I managed to pull back slightly near the end of his orgasm as he babbled incoherently and taste the nectar he had deposited directly into my stomach. He had a sweet salty taste which I found pleasing. As he slowly relaxed the arch of his back and returned to a position flat on the bed, I moved the lubricated finger I had deep in his tunnel back and forth, stretching the entryway.
His breathing slowed as he regained his senses and then quickened again as I eased the second finger into his chute.
"That was really wonderful." he whispered to me. "I haven't felt or shared anything like that with someone for far too long."
"I'm glad you liked it, Doc." I said. "Let's see if we can add to your extra special feelings list with something you'll remember for awhile."
I reached deep and found his prostate and gave it a couple rubs. He hissed loudly and groaned placing his hands to his head and shaking it back and forth slowly. I shifted around and moved between his legs. He reached down and grabbing behind his knees he pulled them up to his chest giving me easy and clear exposure to his entire butt. Grazing his happy button again I worked a third finger into his now open and pliable hole. Very soon he was fully prepared.
He watched as I lubed up my cock. I was well extended and rigid so the skin had pulled back fully from my crown. The large red head slicked with lube, completing 9" of total thick shaft, took on a formidable appearance. I assured him I would enter slowly and he nodded his head in consent.
Placing the tip of my cock at his waiting entrance I felt him pushing down to help open the muscles. Leaning against him and exerting some pressure there was definite resistance but slowly, very slowly he opened and my helmet shaped crown squeezed inside. I suppressed my desires to jam all the way in and stopped, waiting for him to adjust to my intrusion. His eyes stayed fixed to mine and I could see the desire and passion mounting in them. I renewed my pressure and again, very slowly I moved my thick shaft into him, filling him with my power.
His eyes showed satisfaction when my pubic hair crushed against his perineum and I had reached the maximum depth possible. I stopped and held myself in place allowing his legs to wrap around my waist and lock behind my back. As I started to withdraw and return in short jabs I leaned forward and once more offered my lips, brushing them across his. This time his lips separated and I pressed solidly against them and found his mouth opened and ready to play. I extended the length of my stroke, starting to rub his sensitive prostate while our tongues began to play back and forth.
My leaning forward had trapped his once again solid cock between our abdomens and the motion of my strokes rubbed and stimulated the shaft and head. I established a steady stroke and used my hands to pull and twist his erect, hard nipples. Without warning, he opened his mouth wide and threw his head back, arching his back and came again, spraying his juice between our chests. This climax was long and hard. His already tight sheath clamped so hard on my staff I almost went over the edge, but exercising extreme control I rode out his high.
I continued stroking and he never really came down completely from his climax. As he was settling, my speed was increasing with long strokes which battered his button unmercilessly. His descent met a point where I had climbed in my own climax, reversed and we both went over the top together, me for a roaring, thunderous climax and for him his third one with his still hard shaft ejecting yet another load. We floated in the dimension which only lovers can find together as we examined each other's souls reveling in beauty and warmth.
I lay sprawled on top of his exhausted body for several minutes while we both regained our breathing and our senses. It had been a truly earth shaking encounter and I think truthfully the best sexual experience I ever had. As I moved to roll off him onto my side, he continued to hug my body with arms and legs, so we ended up rolling onto our sides still tightly pressed together, our heads on the pillow still looking into each other's eyes and faces, my cock softened, but still partly embedded in him.
"I would tell you those were the best climaxes I've ever had, but you might think I was just stringing you along." he told me."
"I think I might just believe you were serious." I replied. "They're going into my record book."
"I would really like to be with you again." he said. "Is this a time in your life you would consider seeing someone ?"
"We could talk about it." I answered. "Are you wanting an occasional sex partner, or do you want more than that ?" He looked at me for a long time before he answered.
"I started out tonight hoping to find some sex, but with you I don't think that would be enough." he finally responded. "I didn't know I was looking for a relationship, but I realize now I'm not the kind of person who is going to be able to manage with anything less."
We sat and talked until the late evening. I learned about Rich's life and the things which were important to him. His son was number one and his patients came next. He had the housekeeper staying late tonight with 10 year old Doug, so it was clear he could not stay the night. After he left I thought very hard about everything which had happened and all we had discussed. This man wanted a partner. Someone not only to share his life, but also that of his son. It would mean giving up my life and starting over again. It would mean risking whether or not to invest my emotions, my caring, my love on not one, but two different people. But the reward of success would be the partner and family I had always wanted.
Rich and I met again the following Saturday afternoon. We took 10 year old Doug to a demolition derby. The boy was really great. Bright, energetic, thoughtful, he was the child I would never have. He was as devoted to his Dad as his father was to him. The loss of his mother had obviously brought them very close and I found myself wondering if either of them was really ready or able to allow a third person into their relationship.
Sex with Rich the next Wednesday was just as hot as it had been the first time. There was something about our chemistry together which made us special in each other's hands. I had always taken the lead in my sexual relationships and this was what he desired. He was a ready and eager participant, but he preferred I set the pace and made the decisions when we were together. I found this would extend into our usual everyday interactions and not be just limited to our sex life. He would occasionally initiate an activity and then hesitate, awaiting confirmation from me to proceed with whatever he had started.
I also quickly found Rich was a confirmed, competent and absolute bottom. His greatest joy was to have me pumping his ass as frequently and as strenuously as could be arranged. He was a pretty conservative guy, not enjoying sex anywhere other than his or my bed or shower. Necking and petting in other locations was okay, but when the clothes start coming off, Rich wanted to be in the bedroom. I could see his point having a young son and wanting to be able to lock a door and avoid untimely surprises.
Over the course of the next year I found I had many interests, likes and dislikes in common with Rich and Doug. We did many activities together and found we all enjoyed being together. On a couple occasions I got to stay with Doug at their house while Rich was away at professional conferences or seminars for two or three days. During those visits Doug and I started to develop our own relationship and relate to each other as good friends. Rich and I continued to enjoy each other in bed and our sex life just kept getting better. It was really no surprise when we came to the realization we had stopped having sex and started making love to each other. We were in love and we talked about living together. There were many facets to be considered, but our main concern was the impact on Doug. I had come to love the boy and started to look on him as a son. Rich had seen this, encouraging and facilitating it in every way.
Up to then Doug had considered me a friend to both him and his father. I insisted with Rich that Doug must understand his and my relationship properly before I would move in with them. We continued on for several months and shortly after Doug turned 12, Rich was ready to have the three of us discuss my moving in. That conversation went very well and Doug gave every indication he understood what was going to happen and how his Dad and I would relate to each other. I think we listened to his responses with hopeful ears and hearing what we wanted to hear, we accepted he understood. A few months later, when he barged in on us making love, we had an opportunity to correct our misinterpretation.
Rich always encouraged me to act directly with Doug whether it was to commend or reprimand. To his credit Doug earned far more commendations than reprimands and I shared the joy of watching over him as he grew and developed from youth to teen to approaching young adulthood. I remained his friend and became a trusted confidant and advisor. Our communication was always open and straight from the shoulder. We told each other the truth and trusted each other's word. Rich and I are still in love and seven years has not dulled the desire we have for each other. We have never considered being other than monogamous in our relationship and I have never felt a need or desire that could not be fulfilled within my family.
I hated moving day. My life wasn't worth living anymore. Mom and Dad had split up and I hadn't heard from him for over a year. Now I had to leave the house I had always lived in and move to some place I'd never heard of. It just wasn't fair All my friends, all the kids I'd gone to school with would be gone. Well maybe that wouldn't be too bad. I didn't get along with most of the kids anyway. I'd never had a best friend, I wasn't popular with most of the others my age. They didn't seem to like me `cause I was smart in school and I didn't even have to study much.
When we arrived at the new house it didn't look too bad. The street was nice and the other houses on it had nice yards. The street was awful quiet though and it didn't look like any other kids lived on it. It was after about the third trip of hauling things in from the car when I saw him for the first time. He was so handsome, exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. He was tall and had broad shoulders and muscles. Even this far away I could see the muscles on his arms. He was cutting the grass in the backyard next door. They must have hired him to cut it, I don't have enough luck that he would actually live so close to me. By the time I was done hauling things in, he was gone.
Later in the afternoon I heard the door bell ring. Mom had already answered it when I came downstairs and I could see a man standing in the foyer. When I reached the bottom of the steps, the guy I had seen earlier was standing beside him. I was introduced to Josh Langton and Doug James, two of our next-door neighbours. I couldn't believe life had smiled and given me such good fortune. They had just stopped by to introduce themselves and leave their phone number in case we needed any help. Mom thanked them and said she would call if anything came up for which she hadn't prepared. I tried to think quick of something to keep them a bit longer, but couldn't come up with anything.
As they were leaving, Mr. Langton suggested we come for dinner, just to save some time and effort in our moving. Mom said she had planned on finding a restaurant, but he insisted it would be no trouble and we could relax and take a break from the moving rush. Mom finally agreed.
"No need to dress up." he said as he left. "Just come as you are, then we won't have to dress up either."
"That was very nice of them." Mom commented to me as she came back from seeing them out. "I guess we will get to meet Doug's father. He is one of the local Family Physicians. If we like him, maybe he will take us as new patients. It's always such a problem finding a new doctor when you move."
We walked over to the house next door at the appointed hour that evening with fresh washed hands and faces, but the same moving clothes we had been wearing all day. When Mom knocked on the door it was opened by a man we had not met. He had to be Doug's dad `cause they looked very similar in a lot of ways. He was very good looking and had dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He got dimples in his cheeks when he smiled which was most of the time.
"You must be Jane and Teddy." he said as he greeted us. "I'm Rich and we're really pleased you came. Come on in." From then on, we became a part of the family. Doug didn't talk to me very much. It wasn't that he acted as if he didn't like me, he just seemed to avoid or stay away from me. Maybe it was because I was so taken with him. I had known for a long time, even then I preferred boys over girls. For a long time around me Mom skirted around the fact Dr. Rich and Josh were boyfriends. I knew that first night and thought it was great. Maybe I would have a chance with Doug.
At first Mom was kind of funny about my being over at Doug's house without her. I guess she had some ideas about them she needed to sort out. When she finally realized their relationship had nothing to do with the way they dealt with me and Doug, she quit and I was allowed to come and go. Unfortunately, for a while it got that Doug would have nothing at all to do with me. I could hardly even speak to him. During that time Josh was especially nice to me and I still always felt welcome. Then, suddenly it changed and Doug became like my big brother. We talked and he helped me with things like my homework and projects. He is very smart and usually knew anything I would ask about or need help with.
Three years later they all came to my graduation from public school as a part of our family and heard my address as Valedictorian. I was very proud Doug was there. He was really prominent in the High School. A football star, a baseball star and a Student Council Member as well as getting all sorts of academic merits. I am sure his letting it be known I was his friend had made it much easier for me during my last three years in school with the other kids. He was still my hero and had become my sex fantasy since I had started having a use for such thoughts.
Mom and I were in the stands with Dr. Rich and Josh the day Doug was injured. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. They tackled him after he crossed the line. It was as if they were out to injure him. Everyone knew when he went down he was hurt. I think Josh and Dr. Rich were half way across the field before Mom and I could even react. When we reached them I could see Doug was in pain. Dr. Rich sent Mom to his car with his keys to fetch his medical bag from the trunk. A Policeman went with her and helped her get back. They had Doug covered with blankets and Dr. Rich gave him an injection, then the ambulance took him to the hospital with Josh.
While Dr. Rich and Josh were looking after Doug and Mom went to the car, I was busy watching what was going on around us. Most of Doug's team had run down to this end of the field to see about Doug. When Jim Reynolds, the Quarterback saw what had happened to Doug I could see tears start to stream down his face. I knew they were very good friends, maybe Doug was even Jim's best friend. All of a sudden Jim let out a roar and started plowing through his team members headed toward the other team's bench where the guys who hit Doug were sitting. I had watched them earlier, too. After they tackled Doug they just got up and trotted back to their bench. They didn't look concerned at all when it was apparent Doug was hurt and had just sat on their bench talking normally with the other players.
Anyway, when Jim took off toward the other player's bench, a couple of his teammates who I recognized as other friends from their being at Doug's house tried to stop him. He just pushed his way through them, but they managed to slow him down enough. "Bruiser" Campbell, the biggest, meanest, guy in the whole high school and a friend of no one I ever heard of, grabbed Jim from behind and held on to him. Jim fought and yelled and struggled, but "Bruiser" held him firmly. When Jim finally quit, "Bruiser" let him go. As Jim turned around I could see he was still crying and "Bruiser" pulled him in to his shoulder and hugged him. When they finally let go of each other and "Bruiser" turned around and walked with Jim back over to where they were loading Doug onto the stretcher, there were tears on his face too.
Dr. Rich stopped and spoke to both of them before we left the field. That wasn't particularly strange `cause he's the Doctor for at least half of the kids here, so I figured he knew them both anyway. Back over on the enemy's bench I saw their coach was over patting?/or/smacking? the two tackles on their shoulders. I really find myself wondering if it's "Congratulations" or "Smarten up" ?
Mom and I stayed at the hospital with Dr. Rich, Josh and Mrs. Frye, their housekeeper, while Doug was in the operating room. We went home when he came out and the Doctor told us all he was okay, but he couldn't be seen until tomorrow. I learned then they had not operated on Doug, they just set his leg, putting as cast on it and fixed his hip. I didn't sleep very well. I had dreams about Doug getting hurt and they kept waking me up. I don't think Mom slept well either `cause she was up early and she looked tired. We finally got to see Doug and we were allowed to sit with him and talk a little even though all the other visitors were told not to stay more than a minute.
I saw Jim and the "Bruiser" when we were leaving the hospital and went over to them.
"Hi." I said. Jim looked at me kind of funny. "Teddy. I live next door to Doug."
"Oh ya. Hi, Teddy." he responded. "They wouldn't let me talk to him more than a minute." He sounded very worried. "Bruiser" just stood there looking huge.
"He's okay." I told him. "My Mom's a nurse and they let her see him. She says he's going to be okay."
"Really ?" Jim asked and then sounding more relieved he added. "That's really good to hear."
"I thought you might want to know." I responded. "I think they will let you see him longer tomorrow."
"Thanks, Teddy. I really appreciate you telling us." Jim said. "We've got to go. See you around." He left looking much happier. "Bruiser" followed him after he stared at me for a minute.