Awkward Doctor’s Exam

Despite a high sense of desire that prompted urgency in all our minds (horniness!) it took another few days to line-up schedules with the doctor.  We were meeting him at his place; he’s afraid of dogs (seriously is that a thing for a grown man?).   The good doctor planned to hit the gym after work; in one of the many texts preceding our hook-up he’d been explicitly instructed to clean-out before the workout and not to shower after.

We’d shared a few sexts in the meantime.  Kenneth sent some pics and a few videos; few words.  Hole photos.  Dildos of moderate size up his hole.  A video of him using the dildo and jacking until he sprayed himself while his O-face showed intensity and then relief.  Stuff like that.  He was the same young man though not as young as when he was my dick-straction; the difference was how he’d put about fifteen pounds of muscle on that twunky body he’d had back then.

As it turned my ex-fuckbud was pulling into his garage when we pulled into his driveway behind him; symbolic though we stayed a safe distance away.  I did take note that he was driving a very recent model Mercedes; I hadn’t been the one he’d signed his finance papers with but he’d promised one day he’d buy a new one for himself.  When we asked if it was okay for us to leave our SUV in the driveway he joked, “Would be ironic if I objected to you parking behind me when you’re gonna be all up my ass shortly … if I’m lucky.”  I remembered Kenneth as the always serious young doctor who never had time for fun; it was good to see him lighter in his approach to life now.  In the exam room he’d been up-tight.

The pics and videos had enlightened me about his body but the in-person was startling.  Back when we were fucking he had a young man’s swimmer’s build; very much college athlete quality.  His mid-thigh sweat-wet gym shorts and even sweatier form-fit tank top gave a good preview of what we’d enjoy shortly; even the videos didn’t show his bigger shoulders and v-torso the way that tank and those shorts did in his garage.  He offered the muscled body of a hairy male former gymnast who’d probably kept every rip of his twinkish definition and just added the muscle to it; all of them looked pumped.  At about five-eight he was above average when clothed; naked he was stunning.   

We followed him into the interior of his home which was so newly decorated that the LVP floor and the paint smells wafted in the air the moment we walked through the door.  It was nicer than his digs when he was a resident but similar in style; all masculine, spare, and modern.  His bubble butt in those tightly-fitted gym shorts and thick muscular thighs were more aesthetically pleasing than the decor and I made a pact with myself to focus on the bouncing globes instead of critiquing his decorating.

The hall we entered through opened to a broad open space with a shiny new kitchen to our left and a living area to our right.  It was very open beyond that feeder hall; a well-kept yard surrounded a pool out back all of which lit well.  He stopped at that junction, dropped his gym bag to the side, and turned.  Kent towers over the doctor by a half-foot; Kenneth took his sweet time looking Kent over like a starving man gazing at a porterhouse.  I made the introductions and they shook hands with a clap that could have been scripted; two masculine men facing-off for the coupling to come and inevitable submission of one.  Kenneth hands are big for his small stature and Kent’s bigger paw enveloped the doctor’s; there was nothing quick about it; the grasp and stare held.

“You smell as good as my husband described you,” Kent told him and gazed intensely down into Kenneth’s eyes.  Was it my imagination that “my husband” was emphasized?

Giving Kent another very focused once-over the doctor pronounced, “You both did damn good for yourselves.  This guy,” he said reaching to his side and jabbing my chest, “is pure class … and was a damn good piece of ass.”

“MY guy still is,” Kent quickly broke in almost combatively.   Defending his claim on me; damn sweet of him.  That was making my dick harder than ogling the sweat mark up the crack of his gym shorts’ seat.  “And he’s the finest man I’ve ever known,” my husband added a bit less aggressively but still with a touch of challenge to it.

“I only wish I’d known Al better back then.”  It was a break from the intensity; almost wistful.

“Wouldn’t have changed the course of history,” Kent asserted and dropped the doctor’s hand.  At least he didn’t add, “He’s MINE now!”   No; he one-upped that.  He pulled me into a passionate kiss.  Which went lingered … on and on.

“I’ll have what he’s having,” Kenneth joked from the sidelines as Kent sucked my face until my legs were wobbly.  I barely heard his words; Kent can so dominate my consciousness.

Kent suddenly grabbed the doctor by his tank and startled him.  Stepping in again and looking down at him intensely he said, “How about you get on your knees and suck my cock to earn some of MY amazing husband boy?”

As my body shivered Kenneth muttered, “OH FUCK YEAH.”  He got on his knees in a flash and unbuttoned and unzipped Kent’s shorts.

“He’s well-trained.  Wonder if Sasha would share us with another pup?” Kent teased.  Then he kicked Kenneth off and back.  “Get those fuckin’ clothes off; a bitch-boy like you serves MEN naked and ready for any use.”

“Yes sir!” Kenneth snapped and got his sweat-sopping t-shirt off and tossed it with a plop while kicking his sneakers off.  Kent tapped his foot.  “Sorry sir,” Kenneth apologized as he struggled to get his shorts off in that sitting position where he’d landed without falling over.  He threw his arms up and his shoulders back like a gym dismount when he was done.  His seven-incher jutted-out proudly.

“Socks,” Kent said dryly.

“Fuck me!” the doctor swore and every muscle again flexed as he crunched and yanked off first his left and then his right.

“You’ll earn that too,” Kent snapped.   Took me a minute to get that one; I was too closely watching his ripped upper body.

Kenneth and I had all kinds of sex; a great deal of it was aggressive.  Still I’d never seen him as submissive as he was being.  It was always hot to see my husband dominate a play-mate.  We hadn’t talked about it even when watching the horny doctor’s videos and looking at his pics.

Kent’s humongous hard-on flopped free after Kenneth was completely naked and returned to getting the action going.  Kent was obviously into the scene.  It literally smacked Kenneth in the face as the expectant cock-sucker was exclaiming, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” in awe of Kent’s monster.  Then he rubbed his face on it and looked up at me.  “You lucky bastard!”  Kent and I both broke scene and laughed at that.

Kenneth was a very accomplished cock-sucker when I knew him … in the biblical sense as we used to say.  He took on Kent’s impossible mission with eagerness but at a point it was obvious he couldn’t get half of it in and couldn’t throat Kent’s fat head and shaft.  With a very blasé tone Kent looked at me and said, “Show this boy how a MAN sucks cock, would ya stud?”

I decided to get into the macho role and said, “Why don’t YOU show him?  I didn’t  come here to spectate.”

Kent’s eyes lit up.  “Yes sir!” he snapped.  We exchanged power easily and fairly often; I was especially good at turning the vibe when he fucks me to me topping from the bottom.

Kent had my shorts open and down in one movement as he descended to his knees and knocked Kenneth out of the way.  I was free-balling as Kent had been and my own hard-on swung out toward his face; he deftly caught it in his mouth and went to town.

“Fuckin’ A; that’s it.  You know how to treat my rod,” I praised Kent and subtly jabbed at Kenneth’s failure albeit on Kent’s much more challenging dick. I gripped with my hand in his short curly hair.  Kent went to town and I braced myself with my other hand on Kenneth’s bright white quartzite counter.

Kent was throating me and making me moan and struggle to stay standing.  Kenneth was glued to his view of the action.  His slightly-bigger-than-average cut hard-on throbbed and leaked on the pecan-shaded LVP.  My husband may have been the one working it but my dick throbbed an extra pulse as I looked at Kenneth’s arousal.

Kent came off me suddenly.  “You’ll take it raw doctor!”  This was territory we’d covered in our few wordful texts but Kent was in control here and playing it out.

“I uh … “

“That wasn’t a question !” Kent snapped.

“I’m on PrEP and I’m clean of any STI’s; and yes I’ll take it however you’re comfortable if you’re clean sirs.”  A bit of the doctor and then back to the slut.  I almost laughed.

“Al’s gonna fuck you doggie. I’ve got his beautiful cock slicked and ready to fill you.  Bedroom?”

I stepped out of my shorts and left them there as did Kent; and the doctor wasted no time leading us through his well-appointed home to the back and into his bedroom which had an absolutely stunning view to the beautiful rear yard and pool.

For a smallish single guy he had a huge bed.  “Room for all of us,” I said, breaking the silence.

Kenneth flopped on his back and motioned for us to come aboard.  “One at a time,” he cautioned with a slutty look that suggested he knew we might force more.  In reality we’d seen how tight he was with the non-gargantuan dildos; no way DP was on the menu.

“Oh we intend to each take our turns on that hole.  But since you have two to use … ” Kent told him.

Kenneth pulled his legs back and exposed a beautiful fuzz-bordered hole I remembered well and had enjoyed seeing again in the sexts.  “I have lube there in the drawer; or at least some more spit?” he requested.  “Can’t remember when I bottomed last.”

I crawled up to him and spit on his hole; bulls-eye!  He moaned as I pressed my hard dick against his hole and rubbed it around in my spit.  I drooled a much larger glob onto the intersection of my dick-head and his hole and pressed harder.  I wasn’t sure we wouldn’t need the lube at first; but persistent pressure and finally I pushed through.  Kenneth roared out a groan.

“You okay Kenny?” I asked?

“I see you’ve trained him,” he huffed at Kent who’d gotten up by Kenneth’s head on his knees.  Kent’s enormous dick hung above the doctor’s face like the sword of Damocles.

I pushed farther into Kenneth’s blazing hot tightness more as response to his training taunt; he groaned loud again.  “FUCK!”

“Do as our host asks,” Kent prompted me.  He also shoved his dick down into Kenneth’s mouth and clamped his hand on the back of our bitch’s head.  Kenneth’s grunt was loud and his eyes wide as Kent pulled him farther towards his groin; and the doctor’s hole spasmed around me when he did.  His hands grasped the bedspread and his arms tensed; all those muscles and veins!

I’d most often bottomed for Kenneth in our hooking-up days.  To his credit the doc was a great fuck taking or giving; but something in the dynamic of a younger smaller man fucking me had appealed to me then.  Now it was a younger bigger man who regularly fucked me.  And I was fucking this little bitch!

As I was reminiscing with myself about long-ago fuck-sessions I met resistance inside him and he became loud around Kent’s dick pumping in and out and starting to make him gag.  He changed his angle with his arms again locked behind his knees and pushed from the inside; it was like a key in a lock and I jammed through and smashed my pubes into his crack.

“Ooooooommmmmmppppohhhhh!” he grunted and yanked his head free of Kent’s dick.  “You’ve grown since then!” he gasped.K

“Shut the hell up and get your pie-hole back to work,” Kent snarled at him and pulled his head back onto him.

“Ggrrmmffff,” Kenneth groaned.

“Fuck this piece of meat Al,” Kent commanded.

I got to work myself sawing in and out enjoying the loud reactions that ebbed into a stream of moans timed with each thrust.  Kent was in synch with my rhythm too.  Kenneth’s face was red and as I got more aggressive with my thrusts Kent did as well. Kenneth’s gagging and choking didn’t stop Kent keeping pace.

The doctor’s hole wasn’t loose in any sense but it wasn’t gripping me to the extent it was painful any longer.  He was hard and dripping on his upper abs and trail so clearly he was enjoying the abuse.

My bottom’s moans escalated and he started gyrating on my dick as I drove in and pulled back.  His clenching was nothing like Kent’s muscle control but he was good nonetheless.  I’d stopped comparing to before and was in the moment; I now don’t remember if he was as talented a bottom then as he proved to be now.

Kenneth’s gagging was increasing as Kent drove into his throat faster and harder.  Kenneth took his right arm from his leg and rested the ankle on my shoulder; his arm he twisted around and took hold of Kent’s swinging bull balls in an attempt to control and moderate Kent’s assault.  He had no way to know that Kent having his balls gripped, pulled, and squeezed was like an accelerator pedal to my husband.

Meanwhile I was wailing on Kenneth’s hole and getting close from the tightness and his plaintiff moans.  When I saw him pulling Kent’s sac and Kent in turn using both hands to pull the cock-sucker’s head back onto him as he face-fucked him it was like a fuse lit in my balls.  “Gonna cum Kenny … gonna bust inside you soon!” I warned.

“I’m there too!” Kent shouted.  “Jack him while you seed him!”

Kenneth’s drooling cut hard-on had plenty of his own lube running off the head; I followed my husband’s order and grabbed it and began stroking.  Immediately he began contorting and a plume of cum hit his own face where Kent was slamming his dick in.  Seeing that jizz splat on my husband’s dick and then pumped into the cock-sucking bottom’s lips and mouth was like a jolt to my swinging balls.

Muffled screams of ecstasy and clenches around my pulsing hard-on pushed me over.  “FUCK YEAH; TAKE IT!” I yelled and planted myself drilled deep in his hole as I began to pump my swimmers in him.

“Unnnnbghhh unnnnbggghhhh!” Kent grunted and I could see his dick flexing as he was unloaded down Kenneth’s throat.  Three or four pumps in Kenneth jerked his head off Kent’s blasting rod and coughed and spit cum all over them both.  Kent kept blasting Kenneth’s face; the splats were audible over Kenneth’s choking and Kent’s grunting through his climax.

We both pumped until we slumped; if it was half as explosive for Kent as it was for me it was nuclear.  Kenneth was covered with loads courtesy of my left hand and Kent’s rampant spurts.

“Fucking hell!” Kenneth gasped finally.  He was halfway prone and his body limp with my dick still buried inside his chute.

Kent pulled me in and kissed me for what seemed like a long time; long enough for me to collapse when he released me.  I fell next to Kenneth and he grasped my half-hard slimy dick.  Kent towered over us.  “My husband has a world-class cock,” Kent said to Kenneth.

“DUDE!  That bull-cock of yours makes a nice pair with Al,” Kenneth said still catching his breath.  “Al you were a STUD back then; now you’re an uber-stud.”

“Since we’re handing out compliments here,” I replied, “I’ll say your cunt is world class Kenneth.  I had honestly forgotten.”

Kent sort of rolled over Kenneth and lay down next to me and got his arm around under my neck; the strong aroma from his pit added to Kenneth’s workout stink made me swoon.  Kenneth had his hand behind his head and his odor was stronger than before.  I could smell myself barely.  To be clear I was in pig heaven; if I hadn’t needed a breather after railing the doctor I’d have been feasting on his and my husband’s pits and cracks. The smell of cum was mixed-in; it was a heady cocktail.

“FUCK we smell rank!” Kenneth exclaimed and surprised me; he’d taken the thought out of my head.  “Fuckin’ A men.  DAMN!”

“Don’t think we’re done,” Kent warned.  “I want that hole next.”

“DUDE!  No way you’re leaving here without fucking me.  How long do you need?”  He leaned up and looked over me.  “OH!  Wow Al you did amazing.  It’ll take me another ten or twenty minutes.  And holy shit you’re hard again already too!”  He was gripping my semi.  “What the fuck was wrong with me back then that I didn’t try and bag you for myself?”

“Cut the sentimentality boy!” Kent snapped.  “Ride my fuckin’ cock!  My husband shot enough seed up you to lube you enough to take me.”

“Yes sir!” he replied and got himself moving.  As Kenneth climbed over me he gave my dick a kiss and looked at me seriously.  “I may have missed a huge chance back then; but I’m seriously happy for you.”  He turned to Kent as he climbed on and straddled him; Kent was about to say something.  “I know; I fucking know!  Cut the sentiment and ride your horse-cock sir stud!”

Before Kent could respond to that Kenneth reached back, grabbed Kent’s huge dick and shoved his butt down onto it.  Kent gasped.  The doctor ground his butt around a few times then screwed-up his face, took a big breath, and groaned loud as he shoved himself down.  Both he and Kent cried-out.

“MotherFUCK!” Kenneth swore.

“FUCK YEAH!” Kent yelled and reached up and took Kenneth by the waist.  “That’s about ten percent but it’s the hardest part; pun intended.”

“Doesn’t.  Help.  It’s.  Been.  Months!”  Kenneth told him through gasps for breath and clenched teeth.  “My mouth.  Easier!” he said.

Kent moved his hands up Kenneth’s sculpted torso.  “Fine job so far BOY.  And such a fine boy at that.  How about you let me ease in some more?” he asked and returned his big hands to Kenneth’s tiny waist.

It was a few seconds before Kenneth nodded.  When he did Kent raised him just a bit and Kenneth let out a long groan.  “FUCK so fuckin’ big!”  Then his look returned to determination and he pushed down with Kent pushing at his waist.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” he cried as he descended.  And he went all the way.

“Whoa dude!  You fuckin’ did it!”  Kent turned to me.  “This bitch-boy has a future!”

I laughed.  “You two mind if I watch and enjoy the show?”

Kenneth was panting hard and biting his lip; his face was redder than when Kent shoved his dick down his throat.  “Camera.  Record,” he strained to say.

“My phone is out … “ I started.

“Fucking.  GET IT!” Our host snarled.

I laughed as I got up and went to the kitchen where I’d left my shorts on the floor.  I was ready when I reentered the bedroom with the button under my finger to start the video.

“FUCK dude you honestly fuck Al with this monster?  And he’s not in emergency?”  Kenneth was moving his ass so slightly it took me looking at him instead of the phone camera display to tell.

“The emergency is when I don’t get that beautiful dick you’re riding Kenny,” I chimed-into their fuck.

Kenneth threw me a glance over his shoulder as I rounded the bed to get a better camera angle.  “I’d bow to you but I have a cell tower up my ass at the moment!”

Kent started bucking him and Kenneth cried out, “Oh fuck!”

“You know it boy; that’s exactly what’s about to happen.  In one abrupt move and a loud cry from the surprised bottom Kent had the littler guy flipped onto his back and had his shoulders behind Kenneth’s ankles in the air.  When he drove into him again Kenneth shrieked.  “You want it boy!”

“I do; I fucking DO!” Kenneth moaned.

“Come on Kenny: open up and take the fuck of your life,” I urged him.

Kenneth’s face was screwed-up in pain but he was taking Kent’s shallow thrusts.  “That’s it boy; go with it,” Kent told him as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

Kent manhandled him into a different position: he still had one ankle on his shoulder but he twisted Kenneth so that he was almost on his side.  I saw Kenneth’s surprised look and caught his dick plumping again in the frame.  “Jesus!  Oh fuck yeah.  Right THERE!”

Any gentleness or ramp-up stopped like a switch flipped when Kenneth confirmed the impact and effect.  Kent began pounding into him hard; long stokes out then fast jabs in.  Kenneth was screaming with every thrust; a 911 call from neighbors was on my mind.  As often happens Kent pulled my thought out of my head.  “Hot as his affirmations are gag him with something Al!”

I looked around Kenneth’s neat bedroom and saw nothing handy.  Kenneth offered the solution.  “Cum.  Rag.  Thatside!”  His right arm flailed toward me and I saw he was gesturing to the night-stand near me.  He went back to his stream of screams and “FUUUUUUCK YEAH” and “OH MY GOD” rounds.

Pulling out the drawer while Kent pile-drove him harder and the bed creaked I found a red hand towel so crusty it made by balls jerk in my sac.  I brought it up to my nose and smelled the rankness despite the dryness; pure male essence.  I put it up to Kent’s face and he huffed it.  He laughed.  “Wonder how many loads our boy here has wiped-up with that.”

Strangely when I brought the crusty rag to Kenneth’s face he changed his tune completely.  “I.  Can.  Maintain.”  He switched from yells to moans and faced Kent again.  “COME ON!  That all ya got?”

Kent laughed.  “I’ve got another nutload churning for you; but you don’t get it until you suck it out of me with that tight hole of yours!”  Then as I watched Kenneth’s look of determination and a grimace Kent yelled, “HOLY FUCK YEAH!  Like that!”  Then he growled and jammed Kenneth harder.

Kenneth grimaced regularly and swore but not with the same volume as before; more growls of exertion.  Kent apparently loved it.  “Yeah boy you’re getting me there!  Go on work it out of me!”

“I want it!  I fucking WANT it!”

“Al you want a … nnnnggghhhhh getting closer … porn external first shot then … NNNNNGGGHHHHH OH MAN I’M CLOSE!”

“I’m ready!” I confirmed not answering his question.

“AWWWWWWW FUUUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!” Kent bellowed and jerked his rampaging hard-on free in time to shoot a blast up Kenneth’s torso.

Kenneth shrieked with pleasure.  “Yeah man.  Shove it back in!”  Another stronger rope blasted to his chin.  Kenneth cried out with delight.  Kent grabbed his hard shooting dick and shoved it back inside Kenneth which made the bottom loose an extreme grunt.

The camera caught it all; the blasts, the cries, Kent planted deep in Kenneth’s depths, head thrown back, chest heaving, Kenneth’s cut dick hard again at a forty-five degree angle off his groin with Kent’s cum streaking it, and a huge grin on Kenneth’s face.  The grin was so radiant with satisfaction I zoomed-in.  “Great feeling isn’t it Kenny?”

Kent at that moment brought his head forward almost violently and sweat splattered Kenneth’s ripped and cum-streaked body and his face; fortunately I had been zooming out and caught it all.  Kent chuckled as he sucked breaths.  “Al this one is close to your league!”

He slowly backed himself out; Kenneth groaned loud and I scurried around to get the gape shot.  His hole was wide open and creamy-frothy in a wide halo around it; Kent’s majestic member was slick with our mixed loads.  Kent flopped back with a heavy plop and that beautiful dick of his waved at the camera.

“That’s high praise,” I said to Kenneth.I’m 

“You’ll have to give me a minute here; it’s going to take all my concentration to get my anus closed again!” he said with a laugh.  Again it was enjoyable to see Kenneth less serious than he used to be.

Kent let out a belly laugh at that.  “I get that a lot!”  Then in a serious tone and a look toward me to match he said, “I feel like I dodged a bullet.”

I stopped the camera; clueless but the seriousness of his look and delivery made it clear the fun was over.  I looked at Kenneth and he avoided my eyes.  Instead he reached for Kent’s hand and squeezed it.  I looked from one to the other of them; both were silent.  And both were beautiful specimens of manhood.

I put my phone on the night-stand and then sat down on the bed by Kenneth’s feet and leaned over to rub my husband’s thigh.  Nobody said anything; I didn’t push it.

Finally Kenneth spoke.  “You didn’t dodge any bullet Kent.”  I saw him squeeze his hand.  “Everything happened the way it was supposed to.”  Oh duh!; now I got it!

Kent squeezed his hand back.  Then he raised himself and wrapped me in his arms and kissed me gently.  He put his forehead against mine.  “I’m so lucky.”

“WE’re so lucky,” I corrected him.

“Yeah!”

“If you two are finished with the tender moment scene how about checking the dilation down there?  I still haven’t regained feeling after Kent turned my rectum and bowel into the Chunnel!”

We laughed, but I went along with it and prompted him to pull his knees up and back again.  “This warrants a closer examination,” I joked and crawled up to the puffy mound of his orifice.  I then elicited a moan as I swiped my tongue over his opening and around it and tasted Kent and me and Kenneth’s essence added to it.  For good measure I inhaled deeply of the strong scent of sweat, maleness, and Kenneth’s earthy insides.  I moved away and got myself between Kent and Kenneth again; my turn to stake territory.  I laid my head on his shoulder again inhaling his familiar pit sweat which was stronger; my happy place.

“We should be going,” Kent said quietly.  Then, “Would you both be up for more of this in the future?  I vote for it if you agree Al and if Kenneth agrees.”

Kenneth spoke immediately.  “I’m all in!”

I inhaled deep of Kent’s sweaty musk before I answered.  “Seems I’m out-voted, but good thing I’d vote with the majority.”

“Whew!  I don’t think you two are the kind of experience any man could have once and walk away from.”

“At least you CAN walk.  That first night with Kent I thought I might have to call off work the next day because I wouldn’t be able to sit in my chair even if it could walk to get to my car.”

“Man am I feeling that right now.  I’d ask you to kiss it some more to make it better but I’m wiped and something tells me that stud husband of yours could go all night!”

We laughed; then Kent said, “With luck you’ll test that theory sometime.

“Yeah; goals,” Kenneth replied.  “Before you go how’s that testicle Al,” Kenneth asked.

“Doc,” I said with a playful tone.  “With treatment like this I hope it’s a chronic condition.”  We all laughed at that.

Kenneth called me from his office the next morning to my surprise.  He let me know he is transferring me to another doctor in the health care system we belong to; a male doctor not in his office and in fact closer to our house.  Seems he slept on it and chose fuck-buddy over physician to me.