Dwight Little's Little Problem

Everytown has friendly neighbors, warm summers, and quiet streets, except when the rugrats are making mischief down Oak Drive. Dwight Little is grateful to be a small part of this thoughtful, middle-American decency. You see, Dwight is the milkman and his is often the first friendly face husbands see as they rush out the door, off to the office; wives see as they're rallying the troops for school; and the kiddos see as they're getting ready to learn their lessons of civics and arithmetic—years away from knowing just how useful those skills will be as they grow up and start loving families of their own. These people come to rely on Dwight's quiet consistency and the strong moral character that brings him to their doorsteps every day, rain or shine.

But no man is an island and on a sunny August afternoon where the heat has driven even the most buttoned up housewife to seek some relief down by the neighborhood pool, Dwight finds himself in the office of family medicine doctor Francis Baxter. To the kids of Everytown, he's Dr. Frank, but to the men who've played even a single a hand of cards with him, he's Bax: as in, "Darn it, Bax! Another royal flush?!"

Dwight has known Bax for years and like most everyone, he has full faith in the doctor to help him out of his little situation. That's the power of close-knit communities: you can always trust your neighbor to do the right thing.

The pretty young receptionist tells Dwight it would be a few minutes, but Bax shows up quickly. He's a striking figure: lean and strong well into his middle years with a salt-and-pepper buzz cut, a holdover from his Army days. Bax gives Dwight a hell of a handshake before leading the man back to his office.

Once they're sitting across from each other, Bax relaxes on his rolling stool and lights a cigarette.

"So…tell me what's been going on," Bax says.

Dwight fidgets. He picks at the band of his watch, but ceases as Bax's gaze falls on it. Dwight knows it's a sorry fellow who skirts around issues; it speaks to a man's character when he's forthright, honest, and tackles things head on, especially when dealing with a straight-shooter like Francis Baxter.

"Here's the thing, doc. I've been having some issues with…well, to be honest, it's with my libido…"

Bax's face softens, and he puts an understanding hand on Dwight's knee. Dwight looks down at the hand then back up at Bax.

"There comes a time when most men don't feel quite themselves in the bedroom and that's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, this is an area where science has come a long way, Dwight. We can certainly find a solution that will help you feel more at ease if certain difficulties should arise," the doctor says. He lifts his hand from Dwight's knees and claps his patient's shoulder.

"Well that's just the thing, Bax. I…I fear it's altogether different than what you're thinking. I'm performing just fine, well, better than fine to be honest. In fact, I think I may be out of control."

"Out of control, eh? Well, things can certainly get a bit out of hand in the life of an unmarried man. But there are steps I recommend you take to avoid getting any young women into trouble," Bax says with a chuckle. He takes a robust drag from his cigarette.

"Well, I don't mean to shock you, Bax…but you're my doctor and I feel I should be frank."

"Have at it."

Dwight takes a deep breath and begins.

"It started a few weeks ago. It started as a regular day of deliveries. I was a little behind, but I'd made up the slack by lunch and even had a little time leftover. So, I was eating a sandwich in the truck, I usually just eat in the truck, though I make sure to clean up after. I was parked across the street from the Jeffries' house. You know, Rob and Karen. Well, I was eating my sandwich and Rob was washing his new convertible. He wore these little exercise shorts, like the kind we used to wear for gym in high school. I laughed about it. It's been a long time since I've seen someone in shorts like that. But then I stopped laughing because I felt something. I'd started to get an erection, you see. But an erection is just biological. Happens to everyone. Maybe seeing his shorts got me thinking about my youth and some the girls I used to make time with in high school. It was nothing. But then I felt something else, doctor.

"I felt like another part of me was on fire. I'd never had an urge like that before. Between my legs. It was as if I were a bitch in heat. I'm embarrassed to say, but I sat in the truck and started rubbing my backside back and forth on the seat. Anything to alleviate the building pressure. The urge."

Indeed, Dwight Little's face turns red as a beet. But Dr. Baxter listens without comment, simply puffing away on his cigarette. Dwight continues.

"If it had stopped there, it would have been fine, but Rob Jeffries saw me watching him from across the street and waved me over. I was scared to climb out of the truck, where I was safe, but I did. He took one look at my crotch and put down the hose. He asked if I wanted to bring in my milk delivery. But the Jeffries don't buy milk, doc. I swallowed hard and followed him inside. I was nervous, but Rob Jeffries didn't seem to be. Once the door was closed behind us, he pinned himself against me and put his hand down the front of my uniform to feel me up. He asked me what I wanted to do, and I told him…I couldn't help telling him and the feelingbetween my legs that made me spill my guts. I told him how that my hole was driving me crazy. And he just grinned, doc. Like he already knew, and he knew what he was going to do about it, too.

"Well, a bit later I was on my stomach with my pants around my ankles and his face was back there. He licked me something fierce, and it felt like something was opening up inside me. His mouth was hot, and he made everything slicker than a smooth talker from the city. He put a finger in me and I hadn't…well, aside from your medical exams, doc. No one else had ever… either way, it wasn't enough. I just felt flushed. I needed more. I'd heard, doctor, about what some men do together, but I never thought I find myself on a married man's couch with the shades drawn and his pecker poking at my backdoor, but once he was sinking inside me I knew that this was the only thing that could scratch my itch. He rammed me for a good half hour and the both of us got good and sweaty, despite the new cooling unit the Jeffries had put in. I was desperate for it. Lucky I had my face in those fancy decorative pillows because I would have shouted for the whole neighborhood to hear. And Rob Jeffries? Let's just say he has a mouth on him.

"Afterward, I thought it would be awkward, but Rob offered me a cola and we each had a piece of chocolate cake leftover from little Bobby Jr's birthday. Maybe it was something about the sweets that led us to another round, but by the time I was back on the truck I'd seen the inside of the Jeffries bedroom and my wrists were chapped where Rob forced my hands behind my back then bound them with one of his brand new silk ties. I'd figured that was the last of it, but on my route the next day Leo Turner asked me inside to help him move some furniture and ended up taking me in his laundry room. I could hear through the wall as his wife talked on the phone to one of her girlfriends in the kitchen. It seemed to give Leo a real thrill that we could get caught. He hammered me harder than Rob had, and he was a sight bigger as well. It was rough and quick and where Rob had had the decency to pull out, Leo just hunched forward when his time came and pressed deeper.

"A part of me felt sick, doc. It was one thing to play the wife role to another man, but it's something else altogether to get knocked up by one. I felt like a dirty dishtowel."

Bax smokes his cigarette to the filter and outs it in an ash tray. He reaches for another, but thinks better of it; his gaze hardly leaves Dwight's face.

"But another part of me wanted him to leave his juice inside me, doc. It made it better. Oh, so much better. And I knew, plain as day, that this new hunger of mine would no longer be sated by just having a man inside me. I had to have his seed, too. I know how grotesque it sounds, doc. I felt like I could handle it. I really did. At least until I saw Rob Jeffries again. Maybe he'd been talking to Leo Turner because Rob came up to my truck and told me that he had a milk delivery for me. I ended up on my back this time and he shot off inside me in half the time. I think it really excited him. He told me that he was going to put his second son inside me, and he made me tell him how much I wanted him to. I told him all kinds of filth: that I'd be his wife and I'd let him knock me up again and again.

"It isn't always like that, with the dirty talking, but my hungers have gotten worse anyway. So far, I've been with Oz, the gardener; Anthony, down at the ice cream parlor; a few boys at the Everytown Register; probably the entire Elk Lodge by now…

"And all of them have left their ejaculate in me. To a man. So, you see, doc. I really am out of control."

Baxter gives Dwight a long, measured look. "Well that's quite the story. I think we should do an examination and see what we can see, alright? I'll need you to drop your pants and put both hands on the desk right here. Exactly right. Perfect. Now this may be a little cold."

Dwight stands and does as he's told. By now, he's more than comfortable being naked in front of other men. Once Dwight is nude and assumes the position, Bax goes behind him and inserts a lubricated finger into Dwight's pliable rectum. Dwight quickly realizes that Dr. Baxter's hand isn't gloved. This is a new development.

"I see," Bax says sagely. The doctor prods and pokes, fishing deeper into Dwight's recesses; Dwight firms up in response. "You've certainly become more sensitive back here. Your anus is quite a bit more reactive than any man I've seen. Maybe a little more testing is necessary."

Dwight hears the zipper and he freezes. He doesn't know what to hope for, but once he feels the head of the doctor's proud member pressing against him, he pushes back on it and lets the doctor's penis stretch him open. Dwight begins settling into what's to come.

"Doc…" the milkman whispers.

"It's OK, Dwight. You should have come to me with this right away, but I'm glad to be here to help now." Bax grunts as he sinks entirely into Dwight. "You're a fine piece of ass, Dwight. It's no wonder all the men of Everytown are falling all over themselves to bed you. In fact, I'd heard a rumor that there was a new hole in town. I figured it was some drifter, but to find out it's the milkman. One of my own patients whoring himself around town? Well, it's a surprise, but a welcome one. Now spread your legs a little, I'm going in deep."

And Dr. Francis Baxter goes deep, indeed. His girthy meat stretches Dwight something awful but the aching, searing discomfort of an empty hole is thoroughly abated as Bax plows into Dwight's hole. The doctor clearly knows his way around the anal cavity because Dwight finds his legs shaking under the relentless assault and feels like he could orgasm at any minute. The wet thwacks as Bax's meaty thighs slam up against Dwight's drive him to distraction and when Bax reaches up and finds his hard nipples under his shirt, Dwight cries out despite his efforts to be quiet.

"You've gotta be quiet. My next patient is probably waiting in the lobby," Bax whispers. "Or maybe you'd like it if he came in here? Maybe you'd like it if he filled you up again after me. Think you'll still be hungry for it after I cream inside you?"

Dwight mewls like a kitten and cums without so much as touching himself. His hard piece of grade-A American beef pumps out shot after shot and Bax cums swiftly after, filling him up with the same force and fervor from behind.

When they're done and Dwight's hole is a dripping mess, Bax straightens up and slicks back his hair with one hand.

"If you'd like to stick around for a while, I could see if Alex Washington would be interested in a little side action after his physical. He's been a little hard up since the divorce; you'd be doing both of us a favor," Bax says.

Dwight's hole, still slimy, twitches. Alex Washington lives two houses over from Dwight and has biceps the size of paint cans. Yet, he's also the kind of unassuming stud who'd spend an afternoon helping you take apart your engine and ask for nothing in return but a word of thanks and a cold can of beer.

"Of course," Dwight says without thinking. "Anything for neighbor."

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