The following is a fictitious story containing graphic sexual descriptions and was created for the enjoyment of an adult audience.
“What happened to Nurse Susan?” Ricky inquired as he was led to the examination room for his monthly visit with Doctor Carmichael.
“Nurse Susan left for a job at the hospital,” the chubby-cheeked young man told him. “I’m Nurse Dylan and I will be taking your vitals.”
“Okay, that’s cool,” the muscular teen enthusiastically responded. “I always felt a little embarrassed with a girl nurse anyhow.”
“That’s understandable,” Nurse Dylan assured him as he wrapped the cuff around the boy’s swollen bicep for a blood pressure reading. “I’m sure some of the doctor’s female patients feel just the same about me attending to them.”
“Oh, yeah! That’s right! The doc does take care of mostly ladies.”
“He does,” Nurse Dylan agreed. “But I’m told that you’re his special patient.”
“Yeah, Doc Carmichael treats me real good,” Ricky beamed. “Say, how old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I’ll be twenty-eight on my next birthday,” Dylan admitted, taking note of the boy’s perfect pressure on his chart.
“Dude, you look younger,” Ricky marveled.
Dylan smiled. “It’s this baby face I was born with.”
“I’m eighteen,” Ricky boasted.
“Yes, I see that from your chart.”
“What else do you see on my chart?” Ricky asked slowly.
But before he could get a reply, the somewhat-handsome Dr. Carmichael bounded into the room. “Young Master Cumson,” he greeted, slapping the boy’s strong thigh like always. “And how are we doing today?”
Ricky shrugged his rounded shoulders. “I guess I’m okay.”
“You guess? You’re a handsome young man. A big high school sports star. All the girls must be swooning over you. And all you can do is guess?”
“No, I’m good, Doc. I really am.”
“Have you been taking your medicine?” Carmichael asked while reviewing his notes from their previous session.
“My m-medicine?” There was a look of confusion on the cute jock’s face.
Carmichael looked across at him from under lowered brows. “Yes. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten! You were supposed to get fucked at least once a day, gang banged once a week and soak your pussy afterwards in warm, soapy water.”
Embarrassed, Ricky’s eyes shot over to Nurse Dylan, whose face was, indeed, that of a cherub.
“Don’t be concerned about Nurse Dylan. He is here to take notes,” Carmichael reassured him.
“But Nurse Susan never took notes,” Ricky argued.
“Because Nurse Susan is a girl and I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable due to your special condition. Nurse Dylan, on the other hand, is not. He is a complete professional and you can speak openly in front of him.”
While he still appeared a bit uneasy, Ricky answered the doctor’s question. “Well, yeah, I get a pussy work out once, sometimes twice a day. And as for the gang banging, once we get in the showers after practice and the other guys get a look at my pussy there’s no putting them off.”
“Very good. So, your pussy is getting quite the work out, then.”
Ricky shrugged. “I guess so.”
“Excellent! It’s important to keep it in shape, just like the rest of your body. Now,” he said, slapping his hands together. “Let’s take a look.”
Ricky knew the drill. Pulling his t-shirt up over his head he kicked off his athletic shoes, pulled down jeans and briefs and lifted his legs. He glanced over at Nurse Dylan, whose eyes flared when he saw the boy’s pussy. Ricky was sure he saw the man’s tongue slide out from the side of his mouth.
Carmichael rolled his chair over to rest between the juncture of Ricky’s legs and, using both hands, spread his labia wide. “You see, Nurse Dylan, young Ricky was born with both male and female genitalia. The best of both worlds, one might say. Both are fully functional. It’s a blessing his parents opted against surgery to correct the abnormality. It does not affect the young man’s health or lifestyle. In fact, it enhances it. Come closer, Nurse Dylan, and take a look.”
Dylan hunkered down and peered into the boy’s vagina. There was no mistake this time. Ricky clearly saw him lick his lips. “Go ahead, Nurse Dylan. Inspect it. It’s a marvel of nature. Such a lucky boy young Ricky is.” Dylan’s chunky fingers felt the slick lips of Ricky’s lush labia and the protruding clitoris.
“Wow, doctor! It’s fucking awesome. I mean--- it’s awesome!”
Carmichael’s bushy eyebrows knitted in a frown. “It appears slightly swollen. How many times have you gotten fucked today?”
Ricky looked upward, counting in his head. “Well, there was the usual shower gang bang--”
“How many this time?”
“Only five,” Ricky quickly replied.
“Only five,” Carmichael repeated with a wide smile directed to his assistant. “You’ve just got to love this boy!”
“Then, afterwards, Mr. MacGregor fucked me.”
“Mr. MacGregor? Who is Mr. MacGregor. This is a new one since last month,” the doctor excitedly said.
“Well, Mr. MacGregor is my English Lit teacher. His class is right after gym. I’m always late because of, well, what we’re doing in the showers. Even though I have a pass from Coach Branson, he was getting a bit pissed off and wanted to know why. So I told him.”
“You told him the class was fucking you?” Carmichael was incredulous.
“Well, yeah. And Coach Branson, too, of course.”
“What did he say? I want to hear every detail, don’t you, Nurse Dylan?” Dylan avidly bobbed his head. His fingers were absently diddling with the boy’s distended clitoris and his dick was thumping against the crotch of his scrubs. He was in a state of amazement, never having imagined a boy like Ricky.
“Mac, that’s what I call him now, was a bit shocked, as you can imagine. But while he was trying to get over himself I told him the whole story. Just like I told you last month. Except with Mac it’s an almost everyday thing now. You know, telling him what went on after last period’s gym. He always knows when I’ve taken one, well, more than one, for the team. Because I’m late to English Lit. He doesn’t hassle me about it anymore. Not since I told him what goes on. Now it’s Mr. Alderson who’s getting suspicious. You see, his Calculus comes after Mac’s English Lit class. I haven’t clued Alderson in yet. Long as I’ve got a pass from Mac he can’t really cause me trouble. I’m thinkin’ about one day staying late after his class and showing him the reason why I’m tardy.”
“Get back to MacGregor,” Carmichael urged. The gynecologist was now sliding two of his hairy knuckled fingers in and out of Ricky’s pussy while his assistant rolled the clitoris between his thumb and index finger.
“Oh, okay. Well, see, Mac’s a widower. Has been for four years now. Some kind of cancer got her. I don’t know the specifics. Mac, he’s an older guy. Maybe early to late fifties. Once things started going he told me he hadn’t had any pussy in longer than that. When the missus was getting sick she didn’t feel like putting out for the poor guy. It took a lot out of old Mac. He got to lookin’ even older than he is. He’s all gray now. Even his eyebrows. And he put on some weight. But, since he’s been doing me, let’s see, it’s been about two and a half weeks, he’s already looking better.
“Anyways, when I told him about my pussy I could see the beginnings of a glimmer in his normally dead eyes. Asked him if he wanted to see it. He had to think about it for a bit but finally he said yes. Mac didn’t have any class after mine so it was just us two in the room. I stripped off my clothes, all of ‘em like I do with you, threw one leg up over the desktop, cocked the other to one side and fingered open my pussy. Cripes, I think his grays stood on end when he saw my honey pot. He quickly got up, stumbled to the door, locked it and pulled down the blind. Then he got down on his knees between my spread legs and leaned in real close to my pussy.
“I told him he could touch it if he wanted and, after maybe half-a-minute’s thought, he did. Even though his wife’s been dead awhile he still wears his wedding ring. And that’s the hand that he used to pet my pussy. Well, that’s all it took for my dick to stand up at attention. His lower lip was a-quivering, his eyes were all glazed over and he was making this sound, kind of like a dog wailing when it wants a bone.
“After he’s rubbed my pussy lips for a while he slips a couple fingers in, just like you’re doing, Doc. Oh, yeah! That’s right. Three of them babies is more like the size of a cock. Go for four, if you want. Fuck, yeah! Go deep! Fist my pussy, if you want. Just not for long. I’ve got to keep it tight for these guys.”
“What did your teacher do next?” That was from Nurse Dylan, who seemed fascinated by Ricky’s nearly two inch clitoris.
“He fucked me real slow with them fingers. Right down to the wedding ring. He was feeling around all inside like he was not believing it really was a pussy. But he learned soon enough. Asked me if he could taste it and I told him “sure.” So he did. He was so excited that he was shaking all over. He was real tentative at first, but soon he was lapping away at it like a thirsty cat to its bowl of milk. I guess he really missed eating out Mrs. MacGregor and was making up for lost time. I didn’t care. I was squirming all around in my chair. I worried that those five loads I’d taken only a short time before would start to leak out and freak him.”
At that point Nurse Dylan let out an anguished cry and dove in face first, his tongue lapping at Ricky’s sensitive clit. Ricky took him by the back of the head and held him close to his cunt while stroking his own hard cock with the other hand. Carmichael had four of his digits sailing in and out of the boy’s puss. Each time he went deep his thumb collided with Dylan’s chin.
“Hey, Doc. I think I’m really gonna like your new nurse. Maybe we can hoodwink my folks into thinking I need these sessions twice a month instead of just once. Anyways, Mac must have eaten me out for a good ten minutes before he stands up and starts tearing off his clothes. Mac is one of those old school teachers who thinks he has to wear a suit and tie every day. I gotta tell ya, he looked like a wild man stripping down. Like he was possessed by a sex devil. When his boxers came down I was a bit awestruck. Who would have thought that Mr. MacG would have a big beaut hidden away there. Must have been all of eight fuckin’ inches, nice and thick and ready for action. I mean, like, it hadn’t been in a pussy in many years so it was rarin’ to go.
“I twisted around in my chair so I could get both legs raised, slid myself down a little and gave him easy access. Mac dove right in. His cock was up my cunt in a flash. All the way. He paused, I guess savoring how good it felt. His eyeballs went up in his head for a few seconds there. I could only see their whites. He had this look on his face like he was having some kind of revelation. And then he started to fuck. Boy, did he! He punched into me like a man possessed. I thought the damned chair was gonna flip over, he was pounding so hard.
“Didn’t take him long before he creamed. That was kind of a disappointment. I guess he had it built up for so many years that it had to let go. I sure would have liked it to go on longer. But he’s made up for it ever since. Each time we do it he lasts a little longer. Now he can go almost the whole forty-five minute class period.”
Dylan groaned as he ate, completely aroused by Ricky’s tawdry tale. He lapped the full length of the open pussy, licking around the doctor’s thrusting digits. Carmichael pulled out for a few moments, allowing Dylan to take his fingers into his mouth and ravenously suck off the cunt juice.
“Are your neighbors still fucking you?” the doctor lustfully inquired.
“Oh, sure!” Ricky replied enthusiastically. “Although Mr. Hendricks, he’s the one who lives to the right, his wife almost caught us. So we’ve had to be extra careful. At first he wanted us to cool down for a while. But then he said he just couldn’t keep away from my pussy. That it’s the best he ever fucked.”
“And are you still cruising the park?”
“Cruising?” Ricky appeared confused. “Oh, you mean getting banged by the joggers and stuff? Sure. When the weather is nice. But I found that I can get lots of action in the stinky men’s room there, too.”
Dylan moaned again.
“Any others keeping your pussy healthy other than that supermarket manager and the package carriers?”
“Well----”
“Come, come, you must tell your doctor everything.”
“There was that first time with Uncle Freddie---”
“Unc-Uncle Freddie!” Carmichael’s jaw dropped and his eyes bugged. “You mean your real uncle?”
“Well, yeah, is there any other kind? My mother’s brother. Daddy, he don’t like Uncle Freddie too much. Mom, she has no choice but to go along with Daddy. I guess Daddy don’t like him because he’s an ex-con. Not sure what he did, but he only spent three years in prison. Whatever it was couldn’t have been too bad if he only spent three years, could it? Anyways, Uncle Freddie lives in this seedy trailer park at the edge of town. Every now and then I drive out there to visit. Of course, Mom and Daddy don’t know that. As for me, I don’t see what’s so bad about Uncle Freddie. Sure, he looks rough. Like most ex-cons do, I guess. He’s only a couple years older than Mom. He’s got this long hair he keeps in a pony or sometimes just covered with a bandana. Never once seen him clean-shaved; always looks like he’s taken four days off from the job. He’s thin, but he’s got lean muscles, especially in his arms. And tons of tattoos. Like, everywhere. And I do mean everywhere. The cheap kind I guess they get in prison.
“So, I went out there on a Saturday. There wasn’t much else going on. The trailers there look like they should have been trashed long ago. There’s pick-ups and cars up on cement blocks without their wheels, clothes lines with raggedy threads hanging, trash all over and junkyard dogs rummaging through it. I guess after being in prison, Uncle Freddie couldn’t afford much else.
“I don’t even bother to knock on his tattered screen door. Uncle Freddie told me to just come on in whenever I visit. Uncle Freddie is no housekeeper, that’s for sure. And the sparse furniture he does have looks like he picked it up at the dump. You know, sofa and chairs with the stuffing coming out. Even has a little black and white tv with rabbit ears. Who has that kind of thing anymore? Kitchen counter is always packed with containers of what was once take-out. Guess Uncle Feddie doesn’t know what a garbage can is for.
“Anyways, when I walked in there was Uncle Freddie slouched down in his favorite chair. Don’t know why it’s his favorite. Looks like he picked it up roadside. There’s three other guys there, two on the couch and the other in the wobbly wooden straight back chair. They were passing around some kind of strange looking glass device with water in it that they smoked out of. It smelled nasty, like a skunk’s fart. Every one of them looked kind of woozy. Their lids were heavy and their eyes looked to be watery.
“Uncle Freddie acts all happy to see me. He usually is. I guess he doesn’t get much company. Except for today. Introduces me to his buddies. At least, I think they’re his buddies. Actually, they all look like the type that would live in a place like this. The two on the couch are all happy-go-lucky while the one in the chair is kind of mean-looking.”
Ricky squirmed again on the exam table. His eyelids fluttered and he sighed heavily. “Oh, Nurse Dylan, you’re eating my pussy real good. Hope I don’t cum too soon.”
“That’s alright,” Carmichael barked. “You’re eighteen. You’ll cum again. Get back to what happened in your uncle’s trailer.”
“Lemme see. Where was I. Oh, yeah! So Uncle Freddie told me to take a load off, but I couldn’t see anywhere to sit. Except if I wanted to sit on the floor. And it looked to me like Uncle Freddie hadn’t taken a vacuum to that rug in a long while. But the two on the couch moved aside and I sorta slid in between them. I figured they were both about Uncle Freddie’s age, late thirties. One was on the chubby side and the other only needed a few more milk shakes to catch up.
“We shot the shit for a while. Uncle Freddie asked about the school baseball team and I gave him my stats. The two next to me were sports fans so we had some conversation about major league teams we liked. All of a sudden, out of the blue, Uncle Freddie’s announcing to these strangers that I have a pussy. I was kinda shocked, even though I knew that he knew, although at first I hadn’t figured out how. Mom or Daddy certainly wouldn’t have told him. Remember, they wanted nothing to do with him. Later I asked and he told me he’d known for a long time. Grandpa, his father, had told him. I didn’t even know Grandpa knew. I guessed when I was born with my pussy it was a topic of conversation in the family. Jeez, couldn’t they have talked about my cute smile, green eyes or somethin’ else?
The guy to my left, the chubster, says he doesn’t believe Uncle Freddie and wants to see it. The other guy chimes in and also wants to play show and tell. The other one, the lanky guy in the chair, is quiet but his hard, cold eyes are on me. It kind of makes me shiver, him lookin’ at me like that. He’s a spooky man. I’m thinkin’ he must have served time with Uncle Freddie, maybe for murder. He looks the type that could drop someone and not bat an eye.
“Well, nobody has ever had to ask me twice so I unzip, pull down my pants and briefs, hold back my man equipment and raise my legs to show them. There are shocked gasps and lude whistling from all over. Well, except for the scary one. But he’s got this mischievous gleam in those dark eyes now.
“We’re squeezed so tight together on that sofa that our shoulders are touching. So were our outer thighs. But now with my legs up there’s more room to spread out. Chubster, I think they called him Harley, pushes back from the couch to hunker down and get a closer look. His pudgy hand reaches between my spread legs and rubs my pussy lips. ‘Dang, it really is a pussy,” he says. ‘Even’s got a clit.’ Well, like, yeah. He uses his fat fingers to open my labia. Soon the other one, his name is Hank, joins him and the two of them are playing with my pussy. Wade, the sinister one, he’s got this sneaky smile on his face. Uncle Freddie is inhaling from that glass sculpture again and passing it around. I wisely decline when it comes my way. I respect my lungs.
“Those guys mess around with my pussy for a while as they make all sorts of complimentary remarks. Makes me kind of proud of my pussy. Harley brings his working hand to his pug nostrils, takes a sniff and says, ‘Smells like pussy.’ Then he licks his fingers and says, ‘tastes like pussy, too.’ With Uncle Freddie’s encouragement he gets up from the couch, which seems a bit difficult for him to do, and gets down on his knees between my legs. While Hank uses both hands to hold my lips open, Harley starts to eat me out. He ain’t much to look at with chubby cheeks, pug nose and spotty growths of facial hair. He’s wearing a team baseball cap, but tufts of thick wiry hair are poking out from the back and sides. But he sure knows how to eat pussy. He’s munching away at it like he probably does at the Blue Dolphin diner’s buffet.
“Hank is tickling my clit while Harley snacks and it’s makin’ me get all hot. Kinda like Nurse Dylan is doing right now. I look across and I see Uncle Freddie has unzipped and hauled out his cock. Shocker; he’s got a snake tattoo running up his piece. The tail wraps around the hairy base of his prick and it swirls up and around the length until it gets to the chunky head, where its serpent’s mouth is open and its forked tongue tickling the tip. Uncle Freddie is pretty well hung. I’d say about eight nice inches or so. Right now he’s got this stupid grin on his face and he’s slowly jerking his dick while he pulls on his nutsac. I’m beginning to wonder if there’s more than tobacco in that thingamajig they are inhaling from.
“Wade’s eyes are on mine. He’s not looking at my pussy getting devoured by his buddy. He’s looking at me. Now, I’m no, um, well, pussy but something about him makes me a little nervous. Those eyes of his are like something I’ve never seen before. They are what I guess you would call icy blue. It’s almost like you can see right through the colored part. I forgot what you call it.”
“The irises,” Carmichael offered, captivated by another one of Ricky’s true life tales.
“Yeah! That’s it! His irises are, like, transparent. It’s kind of cool and a little spooky at the same time.”
“Does he have his cock out?” Carmichael pursued, his fingers sliding easily between Ricky’s cunt lips.
Ricky shook his head. “No, not yet. That comes later. Harley is still down there making me wetter than I already was. I feel even closer to spurtin’. That’s when Hank decides he wants a taste, too. He slides down off the sofa and tries to nudge Harley out of the way. Harley, he don’t want to give up my pussy. He makes some kind of grunt and tries to shoulder Hank away. Hank is a persistent pussy lover, I’ll give him that. They get into a little bit of a scuffle over my puss and Harley finally gives in. Hank just dives right in with his full face in the split of my legs and starts eatin’.
“Hank’s got a goatee, too. But not like yours, Dr. C. His is all bushy and out of control, while yours is groomed. I have to admit, facial hair feels great on my boy pussy. Hank was licking me with his full tongue and the groans coming from him told me how much he liked it. Harley couldn’t stay out of it for long. He gets back in there lickin’ my clit with the tip of his tongue while Hank eats me out. That’s when things got to be too much for me. I don’t remember exactly, but I tried to warn them of what was coming. But it was too late. I shouted out when I started squirting from my pussy. You’d have thought these dudes would have gotten out of the way. But they didn’t. They stayed right there working on me, my jizz splashing them and clinging to their beards.”
Nurse Dylan came out of Rickys love box and looked across at him, “Did they fuck you then?”
“I got fucked. But not my them. At least, not right away. It was Uncle Freddie who got first dibs. I guess cos he’s family he figured he should be first. He got out of his sweats, dropped his boxers and shuffled right over to me. Harley and Hank got out of the way, resuming their seats next to me while wiping my cunt juices from their faces with the back of their hands. Uncle Freddie says somethin’ like, ‘OK with you if I fuck your pussy?’ And of course I bobbed my head excitedly. I wanted that sizzling snake in me something bad. Uncle Freddie pushed my legs back so they were up under my arm pits, raising my pussy. He pushed his cockhead against my labia and sunk it all the way inside. That snake got swallowed up by my twat. I don’t know, maybe it was just my imagination, but I could actually feel like it was slithering around up inside me. Uncle Freddie started fucking me with the whole length of his big dick.
“Now, I’ve heard stories about what goes on in prison. You know, horny men locked up with each other and needin’ to get off and all. Well, whoever was Uncle Freddie’s cell mate was a lucky guy, because Freddie sure knows how to fuck. He goes real deep, nice and slow---and then he starts hammering you. Back and forth he goes from one extreme to the other. You’re not exactly sure when the rough stuff is going to kick in again. It felt great whatever way he did it. Couldn’t help thinking how it might have been if he wasn’t in lock up all those years. We might have been doing this all along.”
“You like to have your pussy used, don’t you, Ricky?” the doctor mused.
“Well, doc, you’re the one who told me I need to keep it exercised,” Ricky reminded him. “Is that what you tell your lady patients, too? That they need to keep their pussy in tip-top shape?”
“Of course I do,” Carmichael lied to the gullible jock. “But you need it more than they, because you are a boy with a pussy. In fact, I believe you should get fucked right now. Would you like for Nurse Dylan to do the honors?”
“Well, yeah, sure, if’n he wants.”
Dylan’s face shot out of Ricky’s lunch box. “Oh, he wants! He wants!” Rising, he stripped out of his scrubs. Dylan was a husky young man, chubby without exactly being fat. His tits were fleshy with large brown nipples atop. There was a swatch of hair between them which trailed to his navel and beyond. He had a hard, rounded belly and an even harder cock. Ricky, who’d become expert at sizing up meat, figured him to be anywhere between six to seven inches, probably more to the lesser side. But it was nicely fat and had a large, swollen knob, already leaking pre-fuck juice.
Dylan pulled Ricky closer to the edge of the examination table and sunk his cock home. When he was buried to the short curlies he shivered and threw back his head with a satisfied sigh. To think that the best pussy he had ever penetrated belong to an eighteen-year-old high school boy. “Fuck him,” Dr. Carmichael was encouraging. “Fuck him hard! That’s the way he likes it.” Carmichael was stripping out of his clothes as well. “Tell us more about your uncle, the jailbird, fucking you.”
“Ummmmmmmmmm,” Ricky moaned, licking his lips and squirming about on the table while the nurse’s cock pumped in and out of his twat. “Feels good, Nurse Dylan. Thanks for hiring him on, Doc.”
“Yes, yes. Anything for my star patient,” Carmichael’s tone showed his impatience. “Now back to the story, please.”
“Uncle Freddie had this set, determined look on his face with he punched my puss. I have to admit it was a bit scary. About halfway through he started looking all slick with sweat and he tore off his t-shirt, the last thing he was wearing. Like I said, Uncle Freddie is a walking, talking billboard of body art. His tattoos have tattoos. Other than his face and, I don’t know, maybe his skull under that long hair, he’s inked everywhere. Checking out those tatts was, like, entertainment while he fucked me. Not that I needed it, mind you. Uncle Freddie’s dick felt real good.
“Harley and Hank, to either side of me, had a bird’s eye view of that cock ramming in and out of me. Their dicks were out of their jeans and standing tall. I was feeling so turned on that I reached out to take both in hand to jerk them. Hank’s was a little bigger than Harley’s, who had a short fattie. I couldn’t see what Wade was up to, because Uncle Freddie was blocking my view of him. I was only jerking them to keep them hard for when their turn came, mind you. It’s not as if I like playing with other guy’s dicks. It’s not as if I’m gay or anything. I’m only following your advice and keeping it in shape, Dr. C. I trust you.”
Gotta love dumb jocks, Carmichael thought as he stroked his nice eight-incher. Young Ricky may have a high sports acumen, was a nice-looking, hard bodied youth, but he was dumb as they come about some things. How easily it had been to talk him into fucking him at their first appointment. And each time since. Had he been responsible for turning the young athlete into such a cock slut? If so, he should pat himself on his own back. It seemed many men were enjoying the secret treasure the teen possessed. And, although he might not admit it, Ricky was enjoying it too.
“Uncle Freddie finally got off,” Ricky went on. “It’s so cool watchin’ a guy when he gets to that point where he can’t take it no more. Cripes, they almost look like its painful. But, I guess that’s what happens to me. I just can’t see myself, you know? Well Uncle Freddie, he looked like he’d grabbed hold of a live wire when he came. Them eyes that were heavy-lidded slits a short time ago shot wide, his mouth could have caught flies and he was huffin’ and puffin’ like he’d just run track. I felt his dick exploding inside me. He shot a number of times. I didn’t keep count, but it was a lot. It was kind of neat having my uncle seed my pussy. Of course, it goes without saying that this is something mom and dad could never know. I don’t think they’d appreciate Uncle Freddie fucking me. They already didn’t like him as it was. Me, I liked him even better after that day.”
Dylan pumped his cock through young Ricky’s marvelous cunt. The kid’s story was more than enough to make any man lose his load. But Dylan wanted to enjoy this feeling as long as possible. He slowed to a more leisurely pace, hoping that wouldn’t upset the doctor, who certainly was going to be wanting some pussy for himself. Carmichal, though, was enraptured by Ricky’s tawdry tale.
“Uncle Freddie slid his cock out of my pussy and kinda fell back into his chair. It was kinda funny. I guess he’d gotten worn out! Well, Hank, he wasted no time shoving his dick into my pussy. That seemed to piss off Harley, who I suppose wanted to be next. I didn’t really care, so long as somebody was taking care of my pussy. Here were two grown men arguing over fucking a teen jock’s pussy. Hank told Harley to fuck off and started really wailing into me. He was a bit on the heavy side, too, but he fucked like a strong man. He kept murmuring how good my pussy was, the best he’d ever fucked and all kinds of stuff like that. Soon he was dropping his load.
“His dick was barely out when Harley shoved his in. Like I said, Harley wasn’t hung as much as some others, maybe even the smallest I’ve had, but it was fat and hit all the right spots. It was his hairy beer belly that really got me, though. It was resting on my cock, jiggling all over my sensitive meat as he fucked me. I thought sure I was going to shoot off all over his gut. But Harley beat me to it by creaming my pussy prematurely.
“So that was only three loads I’d taken that Saturday, but I knew I was up for more. I really have been training my pussy the way you said I should, Doc. Unless they wanted another go-round, which later proved to be true, the one who hadn’t done me was strange and silent Wade. He was still sitting there, long legs sprawled out in front of him and looking directly at me. I bet his eyes hadn’t shifted from me the whole time. Like I said earlier, there was something about him that made me a little nervous. But I was, how do you say it, intrigued. Yeah, that’s it.
“For the longest time I’m there at the edge of the table propping myself up on one elbow while my other hand is playing with my pussy. One side of his mouth lifts in a sort-of smile and he hoists himself up from that chair. Casually he strides over to me. With those pools of pale blue fixed with mine he unzips. I don’t want to break eye contact but I’ve just got to see what this man has for me to work with. The cock he pulls out ranks up there with the best. It’s nine masculine inches of muscle and gristle, arced to fit right into a pussy and thick with gnarled veins. The head on the thing must be the size of a ripe plum. I already know my pussy is going to enjoy this man’s cock.
“He takes me from under my hips, pulls me even closer and rests that huge head on my quivering cunt lips. I’m full of expectations, waiting for him to breach me. But this dude is teasing me. My lower lip is quivering because I want his dick so bad. Imagine that. Me, a tough high school jock, seconds away from begging for him to shove it in. Fortunately, I am not reduced to begging. He slides it in with one continuous motion until his wiry bush is up against my cunt. And then he just leave it there. Looking at me, as always. And I’m looking back. Those eyes! They’re like mirrors and I’m shocked by my reflection in them. I look like some kind of sex-starved whore desperate for cock.
“He fucks me real slow at first. It’s excruciating feeling each bloated vein against the walls of my pussy. I’ve had a lot of dick---I mean a lot---but this one is something special. I already feel like I’ve got ‘bro love’ going on. And to think that earlier I was feeling intimidated. I can only imagine how it feels for him. I mean, I keep hearin’ how good my pussy is so I can only guess that he’s feelin’ pretty good, too.
“Those nine inches of glory are moving in and out of my pussy and I’m sizzling on that exam table like bacon in a fry pan. It’s drivin’ me crazy how leisurely he’s feeding it to me. My tongue is flicking out over my lips, my eyelids are heavy and I’m moaning like a little horny bitch. He smiles. It’s a smile of self-satisfaction. He knows he’s got me caught like a trout on a fisherman’s line. I’m all his. And he can do anything---fucking anything----he wants with me.
“What he wants to do is fuck me within an inch of my life. Which he then proceeds to do. Holding me firmly from under my muscular thighs with his big, tattooed hands, he rails into me. It is so sudden and unexpected that I actually gasp. He’s gone from ten to one-hundred mph in an instant. That huge cock is pounding fuck out of my little pussy. My head is banging from side to side and I’m whimpering like a little girl getting her cherry busted. Part of me wants him to stop. Or at least slow down. But there’s a larger part of me that doesn’t ever want this to end.”
“Ah, fuck!” Dr. Carmichael exclaimed. He was frantically jerking his dick while Dylan amped up his pace to hopefully match the story Ricky told.
“Wicked Wade fucked me like that for a good ten, maybe fifteen minutes,” Ricky went on. “Somewhere along the line he’d muscled off his shirt and I could see he was all shiny with sweat. Those tattoos on his chest and arms were practically dancing. When he was about to cum it seemed downright scary, He got this mean look on his face, his jaw was clenched tight, the tendons at his temples, neck and arms bulged and his eyes grew dark. When he got off it was like a cannon exploding in my pussy. His spurts were so powerful that my pussy started squirting along with him. I know you say that I don’t have the plumbing to make babies, Doc, but if’n I did I’da had a bitch’s liter.”
“Oh, fuck!” Dylan cried out. His body heaved again and again and he lost his nut deep in Ricky’s clinging pussy. Carmichael moved even closer to the table, groaned and shot his load all over the teen.
Exhausted and drained, Dylan fell back into a nearby chair, attempting to regain his breath. Ricky came up on both elbows. The doctor’s cum oozed down his chest, over his torso and gathered in his sparse bush. Curiously, he dipped two fingers in the puddle and brought it to his nose for a whiff. Carmichael groaned again and urged, “Taste it.” Ricky scrunched up his face and told him, “Tried tasting mine. It’s nasty.”
“But it’s so good for you! Full of vitamins. It will make you healthy and strong.”
“Really?” Ricky asked, wide-eyed.
“Really,” Carmichael assured him. “You want bigger muscles, don’t you? How do you think those body builders get so big?”
Ricky rolled his eyes. “Duh! Steroids.”
“And what do you think is in those injections they take? Male semen.”
“Really?” Ricky repeated, astonished.
The dumb jock was so gullible. He would believe just about anything. “Absolutely!” Carmichael continued to prod him. “I recommend that you ingest a load a day. Either yours or, preferably, someone else’s.”
Ricky gingerly licked his finger and made a face. Carmichael’s lower lip quivered. “If you really think it will make me stronger, I guess I can get used to it,” the boy told him uncertainly.
“Doctor’s orders,” Carmichael replied, attempting to hide his excitement. By next month’s session he would have the naïve jock sucking his dick. “Now, is there any more to what happened in your uncle’s trailer?”
“Well, yeah,” Ricky replied, daringly taking another lick of the spent spooge from his hand. “After Wade pulled out Harley moved me over so I was on his lap with his dick up my pussy. As I was going up and down on him Hank comes up behind me and shoves his cock into my tight little asshole. It hurt at first, but I got used to it. It’s not the first time a dick’s been up my shitter, although I like it better in my pussy.
“When they got their wanger’s off, Wade and Uncle Freddie did the same. I was slamming down on Uncle Freddie’s pecker when Wade came up behind him and rammed that big rod straight up my ass. I gotta admit I saw stars at first, but eventually I got used to it. Uncle Freddie, he came first. Wade pulled out of my bunghole and somehow worked his dick up my pussy right next to Uncle Freddie’s, fucked me a bit more and finally creamed me.”
“Such a good patient, following doctor’s orders,” Carmichael praised. “Just remember, there is never too much. In fact, I think you need another treatment before you leave. Nurse Dylan, lie back on this table. Ricky, get on top facing him. That’s a good boy. Now, slip his dick in your pussy. Dylan, hump up into him.” As the scenario commenced Carmichael joined them, coming up behind Ricky, wrapped his arms around the muscular boy’s chest and shoved his cock up his tender asshole. Carmichael wasn’t as big as Wade, but it was close.
Still, Ricky huskily yelped. Once more, two dicks were training him. One in his cunt, the other up his tight jock ass. As they slammed into both orifices Ricky reflected---and not for the first time---on how lucky he was to have a pussy. It certainly made him the most popular boy in school. He imagined the other teens must be at least a little jealous knowing he had something they didn’t.
Ricky cherished his deformity and thusly followed all of Dr. Carmichael’s instructions to keep it in good working order. When he had been a bit skeptical about butt fucking Dr. C had explained how there was a button up his ass. Something like that little dick in the front of his pussy. Dr. C called it a prostate and said that, along with his pussy, it also required massaging. He recalled not being too crazy about it at first. Hurt like a sonofagun. But he was an athlete, a competitor, and knew how to forge through adversity. Now it was hardly painful at all.
Dylan busted his nut in the teen’s pussy. Carmichael drenched the jock’s bowels with his load. Both releases set Ricky off again. He shot from both dick and pussy simultaneously. How absolutely wonderful it was to be a born pussy boy! Ricky wouldn’t have wanted to be any other way!
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