This story contains sexual behavior between consenting adult males. The characters are the creation of the author and are not real. In this story, unprotected sexual contact sometimes happens, however, this author advises everyone to practice safe sex in real life, always!
We dressed and went shopping for our gourmet meal. First we stopped at a very good butcher shop, where Jere bought a boneless rib roast. I tried to pay for it, but he would have none of it and put it on his credit card. I said, "Jere that is too much for you to spend on meat, $48 for a 4 lb. roast!" "Just chill, this is a special meal and I want the very best" he replied. Our next stop was at a farm stand for assorted greens, mushrooms, onions and Heirloom tomatoes. The next place was to pick up a box of wild rice, roasted pecans and a bottle of Burgundy, which I paid for, even though he said it was going to be used in the meal.
As we were returning to my car, I heard someone call my name. Turning around, I saw one of my partners, Matt. "Hey, Adam, what are you doing out here?" Then Matt noticed I was with Jere, "and with Jere?" Quick thinking, I replied, "I was at the office Friday evening, ran into Jere and over the course of conversation, he told me he likes to cook gourmet meals." "You know I don't cook much, so I invited him to come by Sunday and cook for me." "We are out here shopping for all the ingredients he needs." "Can't wait to see if what he says is true." "It's true, Dr. David, you will see." said Jere. "Dr. Manet, would you like to join us?" asked Jere. "If only I could, but it is my weekend with the kids and I have to get them home by 8pm." said Matt regretfully. "Maybe some other time, at my house?I do have a great kitchen, with everything you could imagine in it." "Sounds like a plan." I said with caution. "You doing ok, Adam?" Matt asked. "Yeah, I am, good days, bad days, but returning to work tomorrow should be therapeutic and help me with the grieving process." "Well, gotta run; great to see you doing so well, Adam." "Take care of my boy, Jere." Matt called out as he turned and walked away.
Hmmm, what did he mean by that comment? I shrugged it off and drove toward home. The drive home was quiet and I noticed Jere in deep thought. "Something wrong, Jere?" I asked. "No, just wondering what Dr. Manet really meant by that last comment." "I wouldn't worry much about it, we were doing nothing wrong and anyway, who gives a flying fuck?" "Wow, Adam, that surprises me to hear you say that." "It is also so out of character for you to float the "F" bomb." he laughed. "I am full of surprises and as you get to know me better, you will understand my personality out of the professional setting is quite normal and I can be funny as well." tooting my own horn! "I love you, Adam and if this meal wasn't so expensive, I would take you to bed and fuck your brains out." "Ooh, dessert!" I shouted.
The meal was delicious; the meat cooked perfectly rare, with a wine reduction, sauteed mushrooms and glazed onions; wild rice with roasted pecans, a delightful salad with a Dijon vinegarete. Yum! I was stuffed. After cleaning up the kitchen, we both flopped down on the couch and just relaxed. I said I thought we should get naked, since it was our last night before returning to work. I undressed Jere as he stood if front of me. His cock was already hard and I took it in my mouth. God, it tasted so good. He pulled me up and undressed me and fondled my stiff 6 inches. We headed to the bedroom, but I suggested we shower and cleanse our assholes.
We did, dried off and climbed into bed. I spread my legs to present my ass to him for the greatest rim job so far. I was moaning my head off. He reached for the lube and smeared my asshole inside and out, then his cock. He put a pillow under my ass to give him better access and slowly inched his gigantic cock into my asshole. Without the constraints of a condom, the head slipped in easily, a little pain, but not like the first time, As he slowly pushed in further it felt so good, I was almost in tears. Then suddenly, I farted! A long, loud one. He pulled out and I farted again. We collapsed in hysterical laughter. "It is all your fault, you should have fucked me first, then fed me." I cried out. "Do you need to shit?" he asked. "No, I don't think so; stick your finger up my hole and see if there is any shit." "Gross!" he cried, He reached over to the night stand, slipped a condom on his finger, lubed up and penetrated my hole as deep as he could go. Withdrawing, there were no signs of shit.
So, he lubed up again and pushed his cock gently into my hole. It felt amazing and I cried out, "Jere! Fuck me hard!". He sped up and soon I was spewing cum all over my chest. I could tell from his breathing that he was going to cum soon. I told him I wanted him to cum inside me, not to pull out. He arched his back and let out a primal scream as he flooded my love canal. I held him closely and told him to stay inside me until he was soft and slipped out. We were kissing passionately, when I felt his cock slip out. I had him kneel over me as I inspected his cock?no shit. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned the cum off. He said, "You are a nasty boy, aren't you?" "Yes, I am." I replied, "and I love it." Then he began to lick the cum off my chest and kissed me. I was really tired and asked him to hold me. He said he would, but after a resting a while, he wanted me to fuck him. We both fell asleep. When we woke, we both had the urge to take a dump. He went to the small half bath off the living room and I went to the master bath. When we finished, we showered, cleansed our assholes and returned to bed for our last encounter for this weekend. I fucked him so hard and deep and amazingly shot a huge load in his hole. He wanted me to stay in until I fell out, then after inspecting for shit, he cleansed my cock as I had done to him. "Now, we are both nasty boys." I said. Time for sleep. Work tomorrow was going to be interesting.
After completing a project for work and a mini vacation, I find myself inspired to develop this story. The chapters are flowing out faster than I expected. I hope you like my first ever attempt at writing a story. If you have comments, please Email me at Elouis1915@yahoo.com, placing The Medical Assistant in the subject line so I will not think it is SPAM. If you enjoy this and other stories on Nifty, please consider making a donation in order to keep this a free site.