My son, Sammy, had a morning game, and I was in the bleachers cheering him on. He was the starting pitcher for his Jr. College baseball team. He was just getting better and better. Hopefully next year he will be starting at State. The game was going great. It was the start of the fourth. It was still a no-hitter when a line drive went straight towards my son. He grabbed his crotch and went down.
The team helped him to the dugout, and the coaches checked him out. He was done for the day. They thought it would be best if I took Sammy to the doctor just to be safe. The doctor had no problem fitting us in. I’m sitting next to my son as he sits on the exam table. The nurse comes in and hands Sammy a gown. He gets up to take off his baseball uniform. I stay where I am at. I don’t get up to give him privacy, and he doesn’t ask me to leave.
My son stands facing the wall. He pulls down his pants, and his jockstrap frames his cute bubble butt. His ass cheeks are slightly hairy, and as he bends down, he exposes his crack. He strips naked and then pulls on the baby blue hospital gown.
“How you feeling?” I ask as he gets back on the exam table.
“Sore. I hope everything is ok.”
“Doctor Peters will be here soon.” I tell him.
We don’t have to wait long for the doctor to come in. He gets right to it. He lifts my son’s gown and exposes my son’s genitals. The doctor’s eyes widen just a bit, and I only notice because I was looking directly at him. He looks down at my son’s crotch and then at me. He has a smirk on his face that he is trying to hold in. I look down at my son’s crotch and I’m surprised to see the forest of pubes surrounding my son’s cock and balls.
“Whoa! Sammy?” I say, and he looks at me and sees that I’m staring at his huge bush.
“Um…the guys and I decided not to manscape until the season’s over. It’s not that bad.” He says, patting his bushy nest of hairs.
Before I can say anything, Dr. Peters says, “It’s fine.” And he grabs my son’s balls and rubs them between his fingers. “They don’t feel swollen. Do they hurt?”
“Not really. It mostly hurts around my dic…crotch.”
“Yes, well, that’s thanks to your cup.” He moves his hand to my son’s upper thigh and moves his crotch hair, and I can see the red marks caused by his cup. “It looks like the cup did its job protecting the family jewels.”
“Yeah, remember I had to show you how to properly use it. Thought it was funny walking around with your dick sticking out.” I remind Sammy.
“Dad, I was just messing around. I would never do that during a game.”
“Good. We would be in a very different situation right now if that was the case.” Dr. Peter adds and gets up. “I’ll be right back. Sit tight.”
The doctor leaves, and Sammy puts his gown back over his dick. I get up and walk over to Sammy’s pile of clothes. I bend down and pick up his cup and examine it. It’s cracked. “Well, I guess you’ll be needing a new cup.” I put it back down and notice his jockstrap. I pick it up and face my son. “Wasn’t this white when I bought it?”
“Um…yeah?” My son laughs.
“What happened?” It’s yellow, and I bring it to my nose.
“Well, we also decided to not wash our jockstraps until the season’s over.”
“You all are one interesting group of guys.” I say, pulling the jock away from my face. I could smell his young musky scent in his ripe jockstrap. “But why does it feel stiff…wait, don’t tell me.” I remember how I was at his age. I drop his jock on top of his pile of clothes. I rub my fingers together, and I’m pretty sure I am feeling dried cum.
I head to the sink and wonder if he is the only one to blast a load in his jock or if it was a team thing. I don’t get a chance to wash my hands before the doctor comes back. He brings a pee cup with him. “I just wanna be safe. So, fill this up, and we’ll check to make sure everything is ok.” Dr. Peters says before he turns around and leaves.
“I really don’t have to pee.” Sammy says, standing up.
“Well, try.” I say, turning the faucet on.
Sammy comes and stands next to me as I wash my hands. He lifts his gown, and I again see the forest of fur below his waist. He grabs his dick and aims into the cup. He lets loose and fills the cup with his golden urine. He fills up the cup about halfway before he starts shaking his dick.
“Hey, more than three shakes, you are just playing with yourself.”
“Dad!” Sammy whines.
“Don’t tell me you guys don’t…” I say and motion jacking off.
“Just the day before a game…”
“OMG.”
“What, dad?”
“Nothing.” I say, laughing. “I was your age not so long ago.” I dry my hands and tell Sammy to cover the cup with its lid, and I’ll give it to the nurse, and he can wait for the doctor to come back.
When I get back to the exam room, I see Sammy with his hands over a tent in his hospital gown. I stand at the door watching my son trying to hide his erection. The doctor enters, and I move out of the way, and he sees what I am looking at.
He clears his throat and says, “Um…that’s a good sign. Everything seems to be working like it should be.” He moves to his stool in front of my son. “Any discomfort?” Dr. Peter asks professionally, and Sammy moves his hands. I notice a growing wet spot. No one mentions it.
“A little.” My son says.
“Well, let’s have a look.” Without giving us time to process what he just said he lifts Sammy’s gown and exposes my son’s hard dick. Sammy’s cock points straight up, 7 inches of hard teen meat.
When Dr. Peters touches my son’s boner, I gasp. It is only covered by my son’s louder gasp. “Any pain?” he asks.
“Um…no.”
“Good.” He says and moves his hand to my son’s balls. “Any tenderness?”
“A little”
“Yeah, they feel a little more swollen than a few minutes ago. That could just be because of the state you are in. When was the last time you masturbated?”
“Um…” Sammy says, looking at me and then back at the doctor. “A few days.”
“Well, if it doesn’t hurt to ejaculate, I’ll be fine to release you.” He says, getting up. He grabs some paper towels and hands them to my son. He goes to his drawer and pulls something out. At the door he hands it to me. In my ear he says “If he needs it.” And walks out.
My son is sitting with his gown pulled up around his waist. His hard cock was just standing there for me to stare at. “Does the doctor really want me to jack off?”
“I think so.”
“I’m kind of nervous. What if it hurts? What if something is wrong?”
“I get it, but I don’t think you have anything to worry about. If you can get an erection without it hurting…”
“Will you do it with me?”
“What?” I say, surprised at what my son was asking.
“Dad, you are hard too.” He says, and I look down and see the tent in my pants. I wonder if the doctor saw it. How long have I been as hard as my son? “What did the doctor hand you?”
“Lube.” I tell him.
“Was that for you or for me?”
“I’m, now, not really sure.” I say as I move away from the door and stand next to my son.
My son’s cock is still leaking and still as hard as ever. I open the small tube. It is probably the same lube he uses for prostate exams, and that gets my cock to throb. I squeeze it into my palm, not sure what I have in mind until my hand is wrapped around my son’s 19 year old cock. I give his cock a few strokes, coating his 7 inches in the lube.
Dr. Peters comes back and quickly closes the door behind him. He doesn’t say anything. He just stands there and watches us. My son leans back and closes his eyes as I run my hand up and down his pole.
Feeling my son’s cock in my hand is new and crazy but exciting. It feels good in my hand, and it’s hot knowing that I can give my son so much pleasure. I know that feeling, as I glide my hand along my son’s hard shaft.
“Oh, fuck, Dr. Peters, you have a huge cock!” My son says, surprising me. I look up and see the doctor has taken his thick cock out from his pants. He is stroking his fat uncut cock to full hardness. He has got to be at least 8 inches long.
“You gonna join us, Mr. Martin?” The doctor asks me.
“Dad?” Sammy says, beside me. He doesn’t wait for an answer. His hand goes to my fly. He fiddles around but is able to pull out my 7 inch cock. My dick and Sammy’s dick look really similar. The only difference I see is that I’m a bit thicker than him.
Dr. Peter steps up and joins us as we are getting pleasure from each other’s hands. Sammy’s furry crotch is glistening in lube as I keep jacking his cock. His chocolate brown pubes look good glistening in lube and I get excited thinking about when it gets covered in his teen jizz. I bet it is a mess to clean up.
“This is so cool. It’s like after a baseball game, but only hotter.” Sammy moans. “It’s like if the coaches joined us… but they never do.” My son grunts. I unbutton my pants and let them fall to the ground, giving my son better access.
“This is so hot. I need to cum so bad.” Dr. Peters says getting closer.
“Are you gonna cum on me, doctor?” My son says excitedly.
“Yeah, cum all over his pubes.” I grunt.
“The guys like doing that too. I have the biggest bush on the team.” Sammy says as his hand is all over my cock. I’m close to cumming but I want to see Dr. Peters cum on my son.
“Sammy, help the doctor cum.” I tell my son, and he lets go of my cock, and I wait for him to jack the doctor.
Instead of reaching for his dick, Sammy grabs Dr. Peters’ hand and pulls him towards him and leans down and takes the doctor’s cock into his mouth. Sammy pulls off and says, “He is so big, Dad.”
“It’s ok, swallow what you can.” Dr. Peters tells my son as he grabs the back of my son’s head and brings him back to his cock. I let go of my son’s dick and just watch my son try and take the doctor into his mouth. It’s so hot watching my son’s lips stretch around the doctor’s girth.
It isn’t long before the doctor pulls away. He grabs his cock and hammers his dick over my son’s cock. “Cum!” I command, and the doctor fires his thick white load on my son’s beautiful brown pubes.
“Fuck! Yeah!” The doctor grunts, “Now it’s your turn!” He tells me, and I grab my erection. Dr. Peters comes around to my side and moves me closer to my son.
“Dad?” Sammy says with his lips red and puffy. I don’t say anything; I just thrust my cock towards him, and he takes care of the rest.
My son opens his mouth and swallows most of me. He then slides his lips along my cock. He sucks on my cockhead, and I know a wad of my precum fills his mouth. Even though he’s not at the best angle, his mouth is making me feel really good. I know my son has had cocks in his mouth before, and I love it. Feeling his tongue along my veiny shaft sends shivers through my body.
“You gotta cum on his curly pubes too.” Dr. Peter says, beside me. Sammy moans, and I feel my balls tighten up.
I pull back and grip my cock. It’s covered in my son’s saliva. I fist my cock fast and hard. Sammy leans back and watches me jackoff over him. His cock pulsates, and his forest of chocolate pubes is covered in the doctor’s cum and lube.
Dr. Peters finds the tube of lube, and he adds some to his finger. He reaches his hand between Sammy’s legs. My son moans and spreads his legs. The doctor is fingering my son’s tender insides, and I lose it.
“Fuck! Oh….F-uck! I’m gonna cum on you son. Shit! I’m gonna cum all over your hairy crotch!”
“Yeah Dad, do it!”
“Cover your son in the same sperm that created him!” The doctor adds.
“Yeah, Dad, spray me with your daddy batter!”
“Oh god!” I cry out and explode. I hammer my cock and aim it at my sons bushy pubes. Cum flies from my cock and rains down over my son’s hard teen cock.
“Dad, I need to cum.” Sammy says, sitting there not touching himself.
“Help your son out!” Dr. Peters tells me.
I reach for my son’s boner and wrap my hand around his stiff cock. I think about putting my son’s dick in my mouth. I have never done that before, but I am thinking about it more and more. Sammy leans back with his hands roaming over his body, brushing his hard nipples and running his hand through his cummy mess between his legs.
Dr. Peters is pushing his finger in and out of my son’s hole. I think about shoving my cock into my son. Would he want that? Could we really go there? Sammy humps into my fist. He needs to cum more than anything.
“Let loose, son!” I say, really working his throbbing cock.
“Yes, Dad! Yes, Dad!” Sammy moans as he shakes on the table.
“Fuck! This is hot!” Dr. Peters says, watching me about to make my son cum.
“Oh yes, oh yes! Dad, I’m gonna cum!” Sammy cries out, and I turn to his cock and watch a huge rope of jizz blast out. Cum flies into the air and lands on his fur-covered crotch. His cock and balls are covered in our cum. I don’t stop jacking my son’s cock until he stops spasming.
Dr. Peter pulls his finger out of my son’s hole and walks to the sink. He washes his hands and says, “Well, Sammy, I think you are a healthy 19 year-old. I’m not worried. But make sure you buy a new cup before you pitch again.”
“Yeah. Thanks, doc.” Sammy says lying there. The doctor hands me some paper towels and then pulls up his pants. I clean my cum and lube off my hand. I hand some to Sammy, and he says, “Nah, I’m just gonna put my jock back on.”
He jumps off the exam table and heads to his pile of clothes. He puts on his dirty jockstrap. He rubs his pouch into his groin, spreading our cum into his pubes and jock. I feel blood flowing back to my cock. My son is a dirty guy. I never realized it before, and I think I kind of like it.
I think I am gonna have to examine my son’s crotch when we get home, just to double-check that the family jewels are really ok. I’m also gonna wanna check that his new cup fits his cock and balls just right before his next game.
“Dad, do you think we can stop by the store on the way home so I can pick up a new cup?” He asks as he finishes putting on his baseball uniform.
“Don’t you wanna shower before we go shopping?” I ask.
“Hell no. I love feeling our cum rubbing into my bush and all over my cock.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” I hear Dr. Peters mumble before he walks out.
“Maybe we can both add a load to my new cup when we get home.” My son says, smiling.
“Fuck! That’s hot!” I say laughing, as we leave the exam room.
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