This is a fictitious series depicting graphic sexual situations and is meant to be enjoyed by an adult audience. There is no character under the age of eighteen or any reference to any actions taken by them while a considered minor.
The waiting room was vacant, as he knew it would be. His monthly appointments were arranged that way for his comfort. Although he had grown to accept his “deformity” ---even enjoy it---it was uncomfortable being among all women. Even the magazine selections were geared toward a female clientele. But what else would one expect in a gynecologist’s office?
He didn’t need to check in. The receptionist didn’t even bother to look up from her computer, merely waving to acknowledge his presence. He figured she was relieved by his arrival, which meant her day was over soon as the doctor finished with the previous patient. Both she and the nurse were not required to remain until the end of his session. His special “problem” demanded total privacy.
He didn’t wait long. The female nurse, same one as usual, walked out with her patient and motioned for him to enter. Once in the examination room she took his vitals and then left him for the doctor’s care. There wasn’t much conversation. Sometimes he wondered if she knew. Was it all spelled out there in graphic detail on his chart? Eighteen-year-old high school jock born with both male and female genitalia. Did she go home to her husband or boyfriend and tell him about the good-looking young man with a pussy between his legs? Did she tell her friends and family? It was all supposed to be confidential. But people being people, who knew if she divulged the shocking information.
Not that he cared all that much. Cripes, he hadn’t even realized he was different until a private “show and tell” in grade school where he learned little Suzy Parker had the same equipment as him. Well, at least some of it. Curious, he’d asked his dad about it and his “special” abnormality was explained to him. Indeed, he felt special, especially when the other tykes, being as curious as they were at that age, wanted to see it, touch it and play with it. It felt good. He liked playing these games.
Maturing hadn’t changed things. There was no hiding his curious endowment. Especially in the locker room. Word got around. He was the teen with a pussy where his nuts should be. Most were pretty cool, some disbelieving, because he was a popular and pleasant school athlete. And there were those who wanted to tease and taunt. Following his father’s orders he picked the biggest and the baddest of the group and showed that, although he had one, he was no pussy. Both of them received suspension for their hallway tussle but no one ever mocked him again.
He sat there on the examination table for a short time, lazily swinging his jean-clad legs until the door opened and the doctor appeared. “How are you today, Champ?” he greeted good-naturedly, casually slapping a hand on one of the boy’s thighs as he passed to take a seat behind the small desk and laptop. The doc was always calling him “champ” because of his athletic acumen. Doc had even come to see a few of the school team baseball games. Cavanaugh was handsome enough, he figured, with short wavy brownish hair, bushy arched eyebrows, full mustache and goatee. Late thirties, like the patient’s dad, and really in shape. The boy had seen him enough to know that he ran every morning and played pickleball.
“Doing great, Doc,” he responded. “How’s the wife and kids?”
Chuck Cavanaugh grinned as he looked over Ricky’s records. “They’re doing well. But you should know that already. Isn’t Missy in your class?”
“No, she’s a Junior. I’m a Senior.”
“A Senior,” Dr. Chuck exclaimed. “My, my, how time has flown. I was just an Intern when we first met and now look at me. I’m an old man.”
Ricky blew a puff of air. “Shit, doc! You’re not old.”
“Well, sometimes I feel as if I am,” the doctor remarked off-handedly. “Well, your vitals look good. Let’s take a look at you. You know the drill. Drop the drawers.” He rolled his chair over to the foot of the examination table while Ricky toed off his athletic shoes, lifted his butt high enough to peel off his jeans and briefs and even removed his t-shirt. Doc liked him totally stripped for his exams.
Doc sure got an eye full. Ricky was all lean and mean teenage muscularity, smooth-bodied except for under his armpits and around his genitalia. Knowing the routine well, Ricky laid back so he was propped up on his elbows, lifted his legs and spreading them drew his knees back. Doc Cavanaugh ran a gloveless palm over the boy-gina and remarked, “Looking good. Are you douching like we discussed last time?”
Ricky’s eyes were on the good doctor. “Mostly if I’ve gotten fucked,” he unashamedly replied. “So usually it’s twice or three times a week. Gonna need to do it when I get home.”
“Have a busy day?” the doctor asked matter-of-factly.
Ricky shrugged. “Guess you could say I did.”
“Care to share?” The doctor’s fingers were spreading his labia and opening him up for further inspection. Doc’s eyes were sparkling with excitement.
“Got gang banged in the showers after gym period today,” the teen openly admitted.
“Oh, really?” Doc said with a lecherous grin. “How many were there?”
Ricky shrugged again. “I guess seven or eight. It sure wasn’t the whole class. Most of the others just watched and beat off.” Cavanaugh’s fingers were delving deeper into him, separating sensitive tissue and making his boy cock rise. While he had nuts no larger than the size of an acorn his dick grew to be over seven smooth inches when fully extended.
“How did it start?” Doc urged him on.
“Like it does most times. You know how it is, guys my age are horny all the time.”
Cavanaugh snickered. “I have news for you, Ricky. It doesn’t change as you get older.”
Ricky spat a roseberry. “Shit, you’re tellin’ me? Anyways, I was soapin’ up and just shootin’ the shit with some of the guys when Dwyer---you know, the goon I got in a fight with that one time---came up behind me and cupped my pussy.”
“So what did you do?” Docs fingers were moving in and out of him now.
“Anchored my feet apart, leaned over to slap my hands against the tile wall and shoved my backside out at him. Dwyer comes right up on me with his soapy dick already hard and he slips it into me from the rear. He’s got a pretty big one. Not the biggest, but pretty big.”
“How big would you say?”
“I figured about eight to nine. Pretty chunky, too. Dwyer may be a jerk but he’s got a pretty hot dick on him. And he was throwing it all the way in.”
“Just a minute, I’m a bit confused,” Cavanaugh interrupted. “You say he took you from the rear, but was he up your asshole or in your cunt?”
“This time it was my pussy. But he’s fucked me in the ass before, too. When he’s fuckin’ he’s always moaning ‘Oh, what a hot pussy on you, Cumson’ so I figure he likes it a lot. It gets the other guys all excited and, if their dicks weren’t already up, they sure are after Dwyer shares his appraisal. The way they were standing they made a barrier around us so Coach couldn’t see from the observation window in his office. Not that he would have really given two fucks about what was goin’ on.”
“Tell me how it felt.”
“Fan-fuckin’-tastic! I reached down and started fingering my clit as he’s fuckin’ me.” Cavanaugh responded by flicking an index finger against Ricky’s extended clitoris. It was like a tiny dick, about the length of an index finger down to the second knuckle. Ricky sighed. “Oh, yeah, doc! Keep doin’ that and you’re gonna make me squirt.” Cavanaugh responded by taking the clit between his thumb and index finger and rolling it around. Ricky sizzled.
“How long did this go on?” Cavanaugh asked heatedly.
“Not too. Dwyer’s one of them slam-bam-thank-you-man kind of guys. He fucks fast and furious. It wasn’t but a couple of minutes before I felt him tense up and start shootin’ his hooligan babies inside me. He fell back and Redford stepped into his place. You know Redford, the quarterback on the school football team? Hunky type of guy who’s gone through the cheerleading squad more’n once. He’s a fuck-‘em-and-leave-‘em type. But not with me. Fucked me once under the bleachers at half-time.”
“Ah, yes. I remember that story,” Doc gushed, his digits sliding easily in and out of the boy’s wet pussy. With his other hand he worked to release the discomfort of his hard cock straining against the front of his pants.
“Yeah, well, Redford’s another one who fucks fast and furious. And I do mean furious! He was really pounding me in the shower. I had to brace myself real hard against the wall. The spray from the faucet was beating down on me and I lifted my face to it, letting the water gush into and out of my mouth. The other guys were really into the show. They were beating their teen dicks like mad and I know they were just as desperate for a piece of me. Red, he showed no mercy. He was rippin’ my clit and making me all tingly inside.”
Cavanaugh growled low in his masculine throat, spread Ricky’s lush labia wide and moved in on him. With extended tongue he began lapping at the boy’s delicate clitoris. “Oh, fuck yeah, Doc!” the boy gushed, throwing back his head. “I love it when you eat my pussy!” Cavanaugh hungrily swirled his tongue around the piece of meat, flicked at it and took it between his lips, sucking and nibbling. Ricky cried out and thrashed about on the table. “Jeez, Doc. You gonna make me cum if you keep that shit up!”
Cavanaugh knew enough about Ricky’s rare condition to be aware of his methods of ejaculation. Not only could his pussy shoot juice, but his teen dick as well. It all depended upon which was being manipulated. The boy’s plumbing was wired like nothing he had ever seen before. The kid was a marvel of sexual science! Whereas females pissed through their vaginal urethra, Ricky whizzed through his prick like any other boy but both his urethras shot cum!
Cavanaugh backed off the clit and instead ate out the folds of the pussy’s labia and hymen, convincing himself he could taste Redford, Dwyer and all the others who had recently violated this pussy. Eating out this good-looking jock was like a smorgasbord at lunch time. Doc could never get enough of his pussy.
“Finally Red gets off, pulls out and smacks my ass for good measure. Don’t exactly know why, but he always does that. Wonder if he does the same to the cheerleaders. Hmmmm. Well, anyways, Walter Anderson steps up to the plate next. Walt’s this geeky, dorky kind of kid. Wears these thick lensed glasses, has wiry, unkempt hair and lots of acne. He’s the kid that gets picked last for team. You know kind I mean. But when it comes to fucking my pussy, Walt’s right up there with the rest. His dick is long and kind of slim, but it still hits all the right spots.
“Oh, shit, doc. You always tickle my bud so good. Mom, she’s always been freaked out about my special parts. Thought I should have had some kind of operation when I was born this way. I’m kind of glad Dad talked her out of it. Besides, they didn’t have much money. At least, not back then. Boy, when you eat me like this I’m awful glad Dad manned up. She still wonders why I have a once-a-month follow up. But Dad, he gets it. I wouldn’t miss these appointments for anything!”
Ricky squirmed. “Oooh, Doc, your goatee feels so good against my little pussy. Don’t ever shave it off!” For emphasis he ground himself against the doctor’s face. Cavanaugh responded by lapping at him like a cat to a bowl of milk.
“Anyways, Wally starts in fucking me. All the other guys are cheering the kid on. He may suck at sports but when it comes to fucking, he’s a most valuable player. He gets that long schlong all the way up in there and uses the entire length to plow me. Every time he gets a shot at me he’s all excited and stuff. I bet I’m the only pussy the doofus ever had. Or ever will have, unless he does somethin’ about his look. I don’t give a fuck how he looks cos his dick feels pretty darned good. He’s also got these danglers. I mean, really low hangers that flop back and forth between my spread legs and slap up against my nuggets. That’s the only thing I’m nut crazy about, that I’ve got these acorns instead of fruit-sized nuts like most other guys. But if that’s the price I pay for having a pussy, then I guess I’ll take it. Besides, I still cum a lot. I think just as much as anybody else.”
Perhaps to prove he was paying attention Cavanaugh’s tongue traveled upward and began lathing Ricky’s small package with spit. His hand was formed in a cone, all five fingers plunging in and out of the boy’s twat. He wanted to tell Ricky he was lucky to even have testicles, but his mouth was full at the moment.
“Yeah, doc. Lick my nuts. That feels sooooooooooo good! Hope Mrs. Cavanaugh realizes what a pleaser you are.” When Ricky reached out to take hold of his dick, Cavanaugh territorially slapped it away and replaced it with his own. As he chomped on the athlete’s little nuts he stroked the impressive teen dick with one hand while finger fucking his pussy with the other.
“After Wally popped his nut Damien Johnston wraps his black shooting guard arms around my midsection, flips me around and drags me down to the tiles. To tell you the truth, hunched over like I was for all that time was starting to give me a crick in my lower back. Anyways, there I was laying on the floor with the shower head still pelting down on me with slim, trim and black-as-midnight Damien getting into position. D’s got these mitt-sized hands, half-melons for biceps and a dick on him that would make most scared. Guess that tale about black dudes is true, because Damien is hung like a fucking horse. I swear, Doc, that thing must be a foot long if not more. When he fed it into my puss I didn’t think it was ever gonna stop; like it might come right up through my throat, if that was possible. When he had the whole thing in me, his wiry bush up against my twat, he drops to push-up position over me tellin’ me how much he loves my pussy and always will, that there’s nothing else like it. I figure I better give him props, too, so I tell him that nobody’s got a dick like him and I’m gonna miss it like crazy when we graduate. That makes him smile. Damien doesn’t smile much---so that’s something. Then he levels himself on his toes and starts fucking me with that third leg.
“I have to admit, Doc, that the first time he got me it hurt like hell. You know I’m a butch boy---right Doc? ---but I have to admit to you that I had tears in my eyes and I was wailing like a little bitch. That motherfucker is huge! But after a few times I guess my pussy got used to it. Heck, now I can even take it up my asshole. D likes to bounce from one hole to the other. Kinda mixes things up a bit, ya know?”
Cavanaugh’s lower lip trembled, and he emitted a low whine. His adult dick was throbbing and leaking a continual trail of clear juice. Releasing the boy’s testicles, he swiped his tongue up the length of Ricky’s hard cock and swirled his tongue around the perfectly shaped head.
“Ooooh yeah, Doc. Suck my hard boy-cock. You sure know how to do it. Taught me everything I know. Shit, you’re goin’ all the way down on it. Damn, how I love that! Seein’ my dick buried through your goatee. That’s so fuckin’ hot! I love our sessions!”
The doctor continued to diddle with Ricky’s pussy as he ate the teen cock and stroked his own meat. His wet lips slithered along the boy’s shaft from the cock knob down to the pubes. Just like him, Ricky was leaking and Cavanaugh cherished the taste of his youthful discharge. He noisily slurped up and down the entire length of the jock’s dick while Ricky continued his tale.
“D always makes me cum and today was no different. My pussy started doing all those contortions and soon it was squirting all over Damien’s hammering dick. D likes it when I cum while he’s fucking me. Says it makes it extra slick up in there. My getting off made him all the more excited and he started really slamming away. D’s not much to look at. He’s got a hard, kinda ugly face. But when he’s on top of me getting me off like that I want to mug it up with him. Sometimes I do, when we are alone, of course. Can’t let the other guys see us doing that. Swapping spit with another guy is too gay, you know?
“Before long D starts in breathing hard and his strokes are becoming shorter and faster. He threw back his head, all’s I could see was the whites of his eyeballs and the tendons in the sides of his neck were bulging. I knew what was coming and I was ready for it. D shot his shit way up inside me, further than anyone else has ever gone, seeding me deep. I swear, Doc, if I could get pregnant, I’d have had quintuplets. That’s five, right? I know you can’t answer with my dick in your mouth, but I think that’s right. What do I know? I’m just a dumb jock. A dumb jock with a hot pussy.”
Carmichael made a garbled sound of agreement to that.
“So, let’s see. Next up was Chad Conners. I think. Chad’s the best looking among the graduating class. Well, after me, that is,” he added with a knowing wink to the busy doctor. “All the girls want to go with him. Him and Marcie Waite have been a thing most of the year. But Chad, he gets around. Whether Marcie knows it or not. Chad likes to eat pussy. He really likes to eat mine. Of course, that’s strictly between us. He wouldn’t want anybody else to know that. Tells me, ‘Cumson, I’m real glad you’ve got a pussy ‘cos with you it’s not like I’m cheating on Marcie. You’re a guy.’ Okay, I guess. Whatever he wants to think. Chad chows down. And he really gets into it when I squirt in his face. I had him soaked from the top of his forehead to his chin a few times. That was when I thought he was looking his best.
“Well, of course Chad couldn’t do any munching now. Not with all our classmates around. But his dick was hard as steel and more’n ready to fuck. Chad buried his meat and got right down to business. He wasn’t over me like D had been. Instead, he was on his knees poking my hole. Chad likes to take his time, really enjoy it. Has a leisurely pace. The expectation drives me crazy. And right then wasn’t the time to be farting around. We had a class to get to. And there were still a few more stroking and waiting to get a piece of me.
“Finally, Chad gets off. He’s a pretty big shooter, too. By now my pussy is drenched and I can’t stop it from leaking out. Doesn’t bother Karesh Patel, though. He just climbs aboard and plows that dark, uncut Indian meat right on through. Even with the showers going you can hear the squelching as he pumps me. When he’s done Tommy Doolan gets his shot. Then little Jakie Meyers. It’s not his dick that’s little; it’s that he’s only about five foot tall.
“And then they were done with me. Most all of them had dressed and moved on. I got up and, facing the shower head, held my hard cock back, spread my labia and let the stream of water wash my pussy out. Only thing is, it was beating against my clit and making me horny all over again. I knew I was gonna be in deep shit showin’ up to Mr. MacGregor’s English Lit class late. But I couldn’t stop myself. I just had to get off again.”
Cavanaugh had released Ricky’s cock from his throat and was back to eating his pussy, more voraciously this time. Ricky figured he was hoping for a surge of all that nice cum that had been shot up into his hole.
“So, there I was, all alone in the showers fingerin’ my pussy and beatin’ my meat when all of sudden strong, hairy forearms come around to encircle me by the waist and pull me back against a broad, hairy chest. A thick cock pokes between my legs, finds my pussy and slips deep inside. I look over my shoulder and into the face of Coach Branson. Branson’s a short, but stocky man with a Fred Flintstone haircut. Matter of fact, even Branson’s features resemble the cartoon character. But I’ll bet old Freddie didn’t have a cock like Coach. It’s big, fat and has these thick distended veins along its surface that feel extra good against the inside of my pussy.
“I laid my head back against Coach’s strong shoulder and let him fuck me standing up. The water from the faucet pelting against my hard dick felt just as good as his dick sluicing through my pussy. He was humping it all the way in and all the way out while his large hands ran all over my wet torso. Damn, I felt so good! It’s one thing messing around with horny teens like myself, but a whole ‘nuther to get fucked by a real man. Coach says I show real prospect. As an athlete, that is. At least, I think that’s what he means.”
“Ummmmmm,” Doc Cavanaugh moaned, slobbering all over Ricky’s open pussy and stroking both his dick and the boy’s.
“Coach likes to fuck me nice and slow. Says he wants to savor the feel of my pussy. He nibbles my ear lobe, runs the bristles of his shaved cheek against my smooth one and whispers dirty talk to me. By now he had one big hand caressing my tight abs and the other feeling up my pecs. He takes my bud between his thumb and index finger and starts twisting it like it’s a dial, which sends a hot current straight down to my dick. Coach really knows how to treat an athlete. When he slides that left hand up to my throat I shoot my face down and gobble up the finger with his wedding band and take it right down to the gold. I run my tongue all around that ring and start going up and down on it like it’s a little dick. Bet ya his old lady doesn’t do that to him.
“Probably not, because Coach starts gettin’ real hot. He’s breathin’ real heavy now and his cock is moving faster. His forearm around my gut is holding me even tighter. He’s punching deep up inside me, not using the whole cock but just the last few inches. From all the times we’ve fucked I know what that means. Coach is ready for a touchdown. Breathing fast and furious into my ear he lets out this deep grunt and I can feel the flexing of his dick as he shoots off inside me. And my dick starts blasting, too. Every time he spurts I counter with one of my own. Coach is a big shooter. I never stopped to count, but I would say he’s good for six or seven spurts.
“Sometimes I wonder if Coach lets me play every game because of my athleticism or my pussy. I’d like to think it’s because of my prowess on the field. But either way, does it really matter? Some girls use their puss to advance their careers, so why shouldn’t I? I’m one up on the other guys. I’ve got something they don’t. Might as well use it to full advantage. Right, Doc?”
Cavanaugh had been driven beyond the point of restraint by Ricky’s lurid revelation. It wasn’t the first. Each month Ricky had another experience to share. Whether it be the FedEx delivery man, his next door neighbors (on both sides), the manager at the local supermarket or casual encounters at the park, Ricky never failed to amaze and entice him with his true life accounts. Were they actual or fabrications? Cavanaugh wasn’t entirely certain but, upon today’s examination, the teen’s cunt was pink and slightly swollen, indicating that there had been some activity.
With an almost beastly growl Cavanaugh tore his face from Ricky’s cunt, yanked his slacks down to his ankles and crawled up on the examination table to mount the boy. Ricky laid back, head resting in the palms of his hands and locked his athletic thighs around the over-stimulated doctor’s back. Cavanaugh braced himself above the muscular teen on fully extended arms, rubbed his dickhead over the boy’s pussy lips and sunk deep inside. He tossed back his head and huskily sighed from the pleasures of Ricky’s warm, moist vagina.
“Oh yeah, Doc! Fuck my little pussy,” Ricky encouraged. But Cavanaugh needed no prompting. This was the moment he anticipated each month. When he had first encountered Ricky he used the excuse that it was the only way he could do a deep internal examination. Whether Ricky had been dumb enough of a jock to fall for that line he had never been certain. But he had been fucking the patient ever since.
Cavanaugh was an energetic fucker. Ricky liked it that way. The man’s pelvis rose and fell, driving his adult cock through his pert pussy. While other teen boys might have been mortified to be saddled with such an outrageous birth defect, Ricky treasured his gift. It gave him so much pleasure. Those others would never know the joys of a clitoris. Heck, most of them didn’t even know the delights of their prostate. Ricky was blessed with both.
His big teen cock pulsed with each of Cavanaugh’s deep thrusts and leaked clear fuck juice. The doctor was fucking him really good. Ricky loved every moment of it. Every now and then the man would pull completely out and ride his majestic staff over Ricky’s distended clit, making him sizzle on the exam table. Ricky slipped a hand up under Cavanaugh’s loose shirt and stroked his hairy chest and hardened man buds. The doctor growled and leaned in to nip at one of the boy’s ear lobes. Ricky moaned and tossed his head from side to side on the cushioned table. He was consumed by a delicious feeling of lusty fullness, even after all those cocks he’d taken only a few hours ago. Ricky was a boy whose pussy just couldn’t get enough.
Each time Cavanaugh drove deep he felt the spent cum of so many others against his cock head. The boy hadn’t been fibbing; he had a hefty deposit up in his puss. The thought of it thrilled Cavanaugh even more. Such a dirty little jock slut the teen was. Cavanaugh was just as jaded. Pulling free of the grasping pussy he angled his dick downward, found the boy’s shitter and breached the tiny hole. With eyes popped wide, Ricky let out a long, mournful wail as the big, hairy dick plowed his ass open. It wasn’t as though his butt was virgin territory; he just hadn’t been anticipating the good doctor’s move.
Cavanaugh fucked through the incredible tightness, hitting that special spot inside which made Ricky lurch. He steadily pumped in and out of the jock whore’s asshole, not entirely certain which he enjoyed more. Pulling out, he immediately slipped back into the warm and waiting pussy. After a few hard strokes he re-introduced himself to the tush. Then back to the cunt again. Hmmmmm, he just couldn’t make up his mind. Both holes were entirely fuck worthy. So he might as well enjoy them both. And so he did.
Ricky was positively sizzling on the table. His hands were clawing at the cushioned surface below him. His head was gliding to and fro, his teeth were gnashing and his eyes were squeezed tightly closed. The boy’s tit meat was hard and pulsing. Cavanaugh thought one touch from him would set the slut off. Relentlessly he drove into both the sperm-drenched pussy and the gripping rear entry. He didn’t think his happy prick had ever felt such awesomeness. He hardly realized how profusely he was perspiring under his lab coat.
Pussy and ass. Ass and pussy. The best of both worlds. This husky teen didn’t really care where he shoved his cock. Ricky could get off from either orifice. And had. Every month that he came for his annual “check-up.” Cavanaugh had no real preference, either. Okay, well, maybe the pussy was a notch up the scale because, let’s face it, Ricky was the only boy---only male---patient who had one. He was an oddity. The two transgender patients he had didn’t count. They were men who had surgically and hormonally transferred into women. Examining their junk did little for Cavanaugh. He had almost zero interest in fucking either of them. Almost. Ricky, on the other hand, was a healthy butch teen with all the right equipment, and then some. He had surprisingly accepted and embraced his dual sex organs. And, from the stories he told, was having one hell of ball experimenting.
The doctor was up his ass again. All the way up. Doc had a healthy sized cock. Maybe not as big as Damien’s but it sure was a butt-splitter. Each time it brushed over his sensitive prostate it made Ricky tingle all over. And it was hitting that spot constantly. Ricky was leaking so much boy juice all over his tight abs. It brought back memories of Uncle Freddie a couple of weeks ago. Uncle Freddie was Mom’s brother, an ex-con and a bit of a stoner. Ricky couldn’t remember a time when he didn’t smell of weed. Had tattoos like everywhere, much to his sister’s chagrin. Mom didn’t like him coming around. Neither did Dad. Especially Dad. Ricky wasn’t exactly sure what he had been locked up for, but it couldn’t have been too major because he was out in like two years.
Anyways, Freddie stopped over when the folks were still at work. Ricky could tell by his heavy-lidded eyes and impaired coordination that he was high. Ricky wasn’t sure exactly how, but his uncle knew he was born with a pussy. Somebody must have told somebody who told Freddie. Ricky didn’t ask any questions except for one. Did he want to see it? Well, Uncle Freddie was all excited at the prospect so Ricky dropped his drawers while sitting across from the older man, lifted his legs and used his hands to part his petals. Freddie’s eyes practically popped out of his head like a cartoon character. He was out of his seat in a flash, down on his knees before the spread of Ricky’s legs and inspecting the goods. In short order he was in there eating out his nephew’s pussy.
One thing led to another. Like the good doctor, Freddie couldn’t make up his mind which hole he wanted. So, he sampled both. He ultimately got off in Ricky’s tight butt only scant minutes before the master of the house arrived. They’d had to scramble to cover their decadent actions. Ricky gathered up his scattered clothing and high-tailed it to his bedroom, while Freddie had a more difficult time collecting himself. By the time his brother-in-law walked in Freddie was slouched back in an upholstered chair with a silly grin on his face. Ricky’s dad assumed the ex-con was stoned again, whereas the Cheshire smile meant a whole hell of a lot more than that.
Cavanaugh was really pounding his pussy now, going balls deep each time. The doctor’s features were distorted, making him look like a madman consumed by lust. Ricky valiantly took everything the doctor had to give. His battering cock was grinding hell out of the boy’s turgid clit. Ricky worried his lower lip, tossed his head to and fro and moaned like a bitch in heat. He had been fucked so many times today that his pussy was sore. But that didn’t seem to deter Dr. Cavanaugh, so it must be alright. And, no matter what, it felt so good. Ricky was a butch athlete; he could take just about anything.
Ricky felt his steam rising. His sleek, sweating body was quivering and his youthful muscles were knotting up as he hung on the precipice of exploding. He went into a frenzy of pelvis gyrations, which only seemed to spur Cavanaugh on even more aggressively. His body arched off the table and slammed back down, higher and higher each time. His breathing had become short and ragged. With a husky cry he spurted from his pussy, further lubricating the cock with his discharge. He kept cumming and cumming, every part of him tingling with the heat of climax. Squirming and panting wildly he clenched his teeth and slammed his head from side to side as his well-fucked pussy continued to discharge.
His libido further incensed by Ricky’s ejaculations Cavanaugh instinctively knew it was only a matter of seconds before he unloaded. Yanking his cock from the flexing pussy he rammed it home in Ricky’s gripping asshole. Throwing back his head and hissing between clenched teeth he blasted off in the athlete’s ass. Hot cum geysered from his piss slit and flooded the boy’s clutching hole. The contractions from Cavanaugh’s exploding cock against his prostate brought Ricky to a second orgasm, this time from his teen cock. Bullets of cum shot from his prick, pelting him just under his upturned chin and raining across his heaving chest.
When the doctor had been thoroughly drained he pulled out, stumbled backwards and fell heavily into a chair. He sat there with legs widely spread out before him, his arms and head dangling behind the back of the chair. Ricky reached down to feel his pussy and asshole, both of them leaking copious amounts of spent cum. Damn, he thought, all boys should have a pussy like him so they would know how good it felt to be fucked.
Coming up on an elbow he looked across at his doctor and grinned with satisfaction. Cavanaugh was thoroughly satiated. “Hey, doc, you gonna prescribe me anything?”
Breathlessly Cavanaugh responded, “Soak your pussy in a hot tub tonight. Then get fucked once a day, gang banged once a week and give me every detail at your next appointment.”
Hopping off the table and gathering his clothes Ricky replied, good-naturedly, “Sure thing, Doc. That’s some good medicine.”
