If You Order Now…
Lurd! If any scene ever needed to be lightened up, it was the one we just survived. I took it upon myself to do just that by pointing out the obvious. “Um, dads, Corey - did we just make it through our first unexpected family crisis without either me or Ted crying?”
Ted allowed his laugh to fill the room before he gave a small rebuke. “Hey now, Corey’s a crier too! But yeah, I guess we did.” His face brightened as he looked at me. “Believe it or not, before we found out about your father’s latest antics last night, we were actually coming over with some good news to share this morning.
“But first, Sport, no one involved in your removal from the co-op program puts even the slightest blame you. In fact, they only have the highest praise for you. So, both your record at U of M and at our company will remain spotless. You’re as much a superstar on paper as you are in our lives. Oh, and by the way, your U of M transcript? Immaculate. It’s seriously impressive.”
Ted gave his husband a subtle nod, as if passing the baton in a well-rehearsed relay.
Chris’ face broke into a wide smile, one so unexpected and commanding I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Once again, I was wondering what family secrets I didn’t know about. I was even really close to suspecting that they’d rehearsed this whole presentation. I looked at Corey suspiciously, and when he had to contain a chuckle and look away, those suspicions were confirmed. I simply gave up, leaned back, and decided to enjoy the show I knew was about to unfold.
Chris, Dad 2, started his speech, his tone strong and calm, yet brimming with excitement. “Ollie, ever since Monday’s unexpected drama played out, Ted and I have been investigating new possibilities for you, and I think we’ve found a winner. Of course, it’s entirely up to you. But tell me, have you noticed… what with all the purple and white everywhere and the giant stadium and sports fields just a few blocks away - that you and Corey live right next to a major university?”
I nodded but this wasn’t going to be an easy sell, “Yeah, I’ve noticed dads. And, believe me, I’ve thought about it a lot. Also, don’t think for a second that I even remotely know how to cope with leaving y’all and my new home and going back to a place I really don’t want to be anymore.” Hey! Still no tears! I’m holding it together. “But, even if you guys were willing to help a ton - and I mean a ton - there’s no way I can afford a school like TCU without big scholarships.”
Chris’ grin only grew wider, a glint of triumph in his eyes. “Ah, Ollie, my sweet boy. Did you know that Ted, aside from being my greatest love; Corey’s incredible uncle; and your number one dad, is also a TCU alum? And not just any alum, but a major mover and shaker and someone who was almost singularly responsible for building the tight bond between TCU’s co-op program and your former employer? Our Ted here is a lot like you Ollie: Someone who’s way too modest about their accomplishments.” The proud smile Chris directed to both Ted and me was yet another bond tying us all closer together.
The baton was passed back to Ted, and he took it with his own proud gleam in his eyes. “Ollie, don’t overthink it, this isn’t nepotism. I just happen to know the right people to talk to, and I’m honored to be your sponsor. You, my boy, have already done all the heavy lifting; you just didn’t realize it.”
He leaned close and put his hand on my shoulder, his tone grew even more earnest. “You’ve got a perfect 4.0 GPA after your freshman year and your first sophomore semester, and the co-op award you just won? It’s not just some line item on a résumé - it’s a huge deal.
“I know it sounded lame as I said it, but what just happened with your job really can be turned into a huge opportunity. You’re in a unique position now, especially with your summer suddenly freeing up. Sport, listen: the University of Michigan is one of the most respected schools in the world, but if you’d like to explore a new path, I’m certain that TCU would be thrilled to steal you away - and match nearly all of your scholarships.”
Watching my two incredible dads deliver their tag-team pitch was like having a front row seat to a 3 a.m. infomercial. I half expected one of them to shout, “But wait, there’s more!” Which I guess is kinda exactly what they were doing. I let a little chuckle escape; if I ordered now, I wondered if they’d throw in a set of steak knives.
Chris didn’t let Ted keep the spotlight for long. With a playful yet determined energy, he metaphorically snatched the baton back from Ted’s hand. “By ‘certain,’” he continued, getting more serious, “Ted means you’re absolutely capable of making this happen. You’re a superstar Ollie, but this won’t be a lazy summer. You’ll have a lot of work ahead of you; don’t worry - we’re here to make it as easy as possible. Ted will guide you through all the forms and applications, all you have to do is fill in the blanks with your amazing resume.”
Chris couldn’t stop, “Next, and this one will score you some major bonus points, you need to get a Texas driver’s license. Show the university you’re committed to being a Texan - not just for now, but for the long haul. It’ll send a strong message.”
He paused and grinned. “And finally, here’s the fun part. Ollie, you’re going to write a killer introductory essay, just like every high school student applying to TCU has to do. Think of it as your chance to make a powerful first impression. Can you handle that?”
I hesitated, my euphoria fading while suddenly feeling the weight of the task. “I mean… I’ll try. But I’m not the best writer, and schools can smell AI from a mile away. What if I mess it up?”
Corey took his opportunity to join the fray with gusto. “No, pup, you’re not just going to ‘try.’ TCU is tossing you a softball here and you’re going to knock it out of the park. Do you realize how much you’ve accomplished in the last nearly 6 months? It’s honestly mind-blowing.”
He looked into my eyes, his voice filled with admiration. “You moved across the country on your own, started a life in a brand-new city, without any help from your so-called family, and you didn’t just survive - you thrived. You lived in your Bronco, worked two jobs, fought off thieves, got through an insanely ‘intimate and exposed’ medical exam.” He snickered, “Okay, maybe don’t include all the details on that one.”
He flashed his mischievous smirk. “But the point is, you’ve excelled at everything you’ve set your mind to and you’ve been through more in half a year than most people face in a decade. You can’t make this stuff up. You’re amazing. You just need to let them see that.”
Ted chimed in, reclaiming the baton. “Sport, what Corey’s saying is, all you need to do is write your story. it’s incredible because you are incredible. You’ll have the admissions team at TCU in tears and throwing scholarships at you.” He chuckled. “We could even workshop some titles. Um, ‘Ollie’s Tale,’ or maybe ‘Ollie’s Trials,’ ooh wait! ‘Ollie’s Test.’ That has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and shake my head. “Uh Dad, don’t you think it’s a bit, well, serial killer of me to include my name in any title that I might decide to use? But I do like ‘Test.’ It fits. And yeah, I think I get it. You all believe in me. Thank you.”
Ted leaned back, clearly pleased with himself but couldn’t resist one last jab. “Fine, you can leave out ‘Ollie’. But you have to leave in the part about your, um, little ‘morning blanket fort.’ Just for me. It’s a classic.”
Ted and Corey both burst into laughter while I buried my face in my hands, happily defeated.
I love my Dad number 2; he’s the sane one when I need him most. He just politely redirected the conversation. “And if you really want to seal the deal with TCU, let’s sign you up for a couple of summer general ed courses at TCC.” He noticed my confused face. “I’m sorry, Tarrant County College. That’ll show them you’re unstoppable, Ollie. Even when you had your world kicked out from under you, you got right back up and immediately started moving toward a new goal.”
Ted stepped forward to deliver the closing argument, with a smile bright enough to chase all of his earlier gloom away. “Sport, there’s one last thing you should know. The only reason we can’t let you continue to be a co-op student right now is because your school dropped you from its program. If TCU becomes your new university, your old co-op position will be waiting for you. We’ll take you back in a heartbeat.”
Corey tried his best to seal the deal. “What do you say pup? Are you ready for a busy, fun-filled, productive summer? So that you can become a Purple Horned Frog in the fall?”
I just sat there, utterly stunned. Overwhelmed by the love and unwavering support of my new family. No one - and I mean no one - had ever done this much for me before. I was humbled, grateful, and so profoundly happy. On the same morning I’d received the worst news imaginable, my life had somehow made yet another 180 but this time, all for the better.
Instead of despair, I was filled with determination. I have lots of new assignments to complete and lots of opportunities to make the ones I love proud of me. I was back in my zone, in my element. I’m so freaking in love with Ted, Chris, and most importantly, my Corey, it was overwhelming. They weren’t just presenting me with an opportunity; they were determined to gift me a whole new world.
“Daaaang! You guys don’t make it easy to be depressed about a defeat,” I beamed at my amazing family.
Corey moved in and wrapped me in his arms. “Pup, this morning wasn’t a defeat. It it’s a chance for you to live the rest of your life the way you want to.”
I looked up and kissed him hard enough to make Chris and Ted blush - which was impressive, considering Ted’s earlier ‘morning blanket fort’ joke.
Chapter 24: No More Secrets
Chris and Corey grabbed a few quick bites of the breakfast I’d prepared before rushing out the door. After all, their morning had suddenly been hijacked by our latest family crisis. Ted and I were left alone in the quiet aftermath, cleaning up the kitchen together, deep in contemplation. The clinking of dishes and running water were the only sounds between us, until Ted finally broke the silence.
“Ollie,” he began tentatively, “are you really okay with becoming a full-time Texan? You know how much we all love you, but Michigan is a long way away. It’s where you grew up. Leaving home is never easy, even when… well, even when you were kicked out of the nest.”
He pulled me into a hug, as if anticipating a flood of emotions. And, okay, maybe my throat tightened just a little, but I stood firm. No tears - not today. Instead, I leaned into his hug, appreciating how secure he always made me feel, especially given the magnitude of the decisions I was being asked to make this morning.
“Dad,” I replied, “I’ve been twisting myself into knots for weeks thinking about having to leave Corey - and you two - to go back to Michigan. Honestly? I’m dreading another long, dark, cold, lonely winter. I don’t think I can handle that now.” I paused, “Believe me, my recent mild winter stay here convinced me I’m just not cut out for northern winters anymore.”
Ted chuckled, “Well, just wait, Sport. You’re about to experience the other end of the spectrum. We call it ‘the scorch,’ and it’s not for the faint of heart.”
I wasn’t letting him discourage me that easily. “I may be blond, but I promise, I tan just fine,” I said, flashing a grin. “And anyway, I can’t believe how much groundwork and effort you, Chris, and now that I think about it, Corey too, have put in for me. Y’all are my family. This is my home. I don’t want to leave.” A twisted chuckle bubbled up from the heaviness of the morning. “Plus, let’s be real - I don’t even want to deal with meeting my father when I return my poor Bronco to him. But I guess Corey and I have to plan that trip.” I paused, becoming a bit more serious. “It seems like you and Chris know way more about all this than I do. How much time is my father giving us?”
Ted’s expression shifted, maybe hinting at a new level of respect. “He wants it as soon as possible, but he’s giving us no more than two weeks. I’m sorry Sport. I swear, we never meant to keep you in the dark. We just thought you deserved some time to recover without having to deal with even more stress. But I understand now that you’re no longer the stray pup we first took in. You’ve shown us you’re ready to face life head-on.” His voice wavered, but only filled with love. “That said, before you get all grown up on me, can I still tell you how proud I am of you? I may have only gotten to the ‘Ollie Show’ a few months ago, but I promise, I’ll be your biggest fan for the rest of my life.”
His words hit me straight in the heart, my voice steady but full of feeling. “Yes, Dad. Absolutely. I need it - and I appreciate your protection, your praise, all of it. But I’m about to be 20, and I’m also about to make some of the biggest decisions of my life. I think it’s time y’all take the kid gloves off.” I looked into his kind, caring eyes. “Damn, I wish I could’ve been your son from the start. But I’m so thankful I have you now, right when it counts the most.”
I stood back and declared, “Alright, first step - let’s get me a Texas driver’s license.” And we got down to business.
The rest of the day flew by in a whirlwind of productivity. We set up appointments, looked into TCC course offerings, and, since we lived so close, took an impromptu walking tour of Texas Christian University. I’ll admit, I still have some reservations about the name, but the campus was beautiful. After meeting some friendly faces and hearing more about what TCU had to offer, I couldn’t help but get excited. In fact, I was getting pretty stoked about trading blue for purple come this fall.
Chapter 25: Rising
After our mandatory hardy breakfast and in between frequent, hot little make-out and cuddle sessions, Corey spent most of Saturday morning and early afternoon gleefully planning our road trip. Who knew that my often impetuous and almost always spontaneous high-school-class-clown-at-heart boyfriend could transform into such a laser-focused, hyper-organized trip planner? I couldn’t complain, and he looked so happy, so deeply consumed by his task, that I decided to just let him be. Still, I couldn’t stifle my growing curiosity. I was dying to know what had him so enthralled and euphoric in his scheming.
Eventually, I broke out my best puppy dog pleading eyes until I finally convinced him to take a break and join me at our local LA Fitness. We both needed to resume our workout routines, and thankfully, Chris had given me the green light for light exercise. Riding in my Bronco Sport as we made our way north to West 7th in our workout clothes, I couldn’t help but notice, damn, we look kinda hot in this car. I let a chuckle escape before my thoughts were suddenly tinged with sadness. My Bronco wasn’t gonna be mine much longer.
As we rode along, a productive thought finally hit me. “Hey Corey, what if I got my old job back at LA Fitness? Well, you know, I mean at the one we’re heading to now. Do you think we could manage having just one car? I’d like to have something fun and productive to do this summer, aside from all the tasks the dads just gave me.”
Corey glanced over with a knowing smile. “Sure, pup. Our house is right on Dad’s way to our clinic. We’ll make it work. Dang Ollie, you just can’t sit still for long, can you?”
****
We walked in, flashed our cards, and Corey headed to pick up a couple of towels before making his way to the free weight area. Meanwhile, I decided there was no time like the present and walked back up to the front desk, introducing myself. When I asked to see the manager, I was completely surprised to be greeted by a familiar face, Jason, my former boss and friend. He extended his hand, giving me a firm shake, his smile surprised and wide.
“Ollie! It’s great to see you my man! Love the haircut! Wow! You’re growing up, buddy. What’s been going on?”
“Jason! Dang, this is an unexpected surprise! It’s a long story - I swear I’ll catch you up on all of it later. Right now, I’m here to work out with my boyfriend, Corey. You should stop by so I can introduce you. But first, my situation’s changed again, and I could use a job. Is there any chance I could get my old janitor - junior grade - position back here?”
Jason’s smile turned brighter. “Ollie, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do that.” Before I could work out the irony of his big smile and what he just told me, he continued, “This location’s been underperforming for a while now. We’re super focused on driving up new membership and keeping current members engaged. We need good trainers - motivated, passionate ones - to help people stay dedicated. I don’t want you as a janitor, my man. But I would love you as a trainer.”
My surprise was impossible to hide, and my enthusiasm bubbled over. “Jason! That’s amazing, but... I’m not a trainer. I mean, at least I’m not trained to be a trainer.”
Jason laughed and clapped my shoulder. “Ollie, I watched you work out for over three months, and I saw you helping out just about every New Years noob in the gym, expertly coaching them on how to do exercises properly. You’re a natural. Your energy, your enthusiasm, and the way you connect with people. I know you’ll be one of our most popular trainers. Don’t panic, though, I’ll start you off with a mentor to show you the ropes. But trust me, you’ve got this. So, whada ya say?”
Without hesitation, I grinned and replied, “Yes, sir!” Then, as quickly as my smile grew, it faltered a bit. “But, uh, Jason, I need a couple of weeks before I can start. It’s complicated, but I’ve got some family stuff to deal with first. Is that okay?”
Jason playfully punched my shoulder and winked. “Ollie, I can see you’re not just stalling for the fun of it. Whatever’s going on, I’m sure you’ll handle it like a pro. Let’s go meet Corey, and I’ll expect to see you back here in a couple of weeks, ready to crush it.”
As I walked with Jason toward the free weights, I couldn’t help but marvel at how my life seemed to quickly be getting back on track. Piece by piece, the puzzle that had felt so broken just yesterday was starting to come back together.
****
After our workout, we indulged in what had become one of our most grounding rituals - getting lost in each other’s “post workout bliss” pit scent. The masculine mix of our fresh musk was more than comforting; it represented our bond, a reaffirmation of everything we were building together. Especially now when I need Corey most.
We moved our passion to the shower and once again made good use of my favorite conditioner. We should probably just stash a bottle of lube in the shower, but dangit, the conditioner smells so nice, and well, seems to stick around longer under the spray than traditional lube does.
After our explosive conclusion, Corey once again decided to clean up his impressive deposit that was slowly taking its usual path down my inner thigh. But his new cleaning method shocked me as much as his first rim job had. He knelt down behind me and started lapping his load from my furry hamstring. He slowly licked all the way up between my parted legs until his tongue gave my balls a quick tickle before moving on to directly confront my dripping hole.
The very moment my overloaded mind finally decided that this new activity was way hotter than I could have ever imagined, Corey’s face suddenly blinked into a sour grimace. Before I could even ask, he jumped up with his mouth open, presenting his tongue to the shower’s spray. My mind raced straight on to the place I didn’t want it to go, and I was this close to never letting Corey’s tongue anywhere near my rear again.
Seeing my expression fall from ecstasy and descend into horror, Corey quickly raised his hands in a universal gesture of “wait, don’t panic.” After the water had thoroughly rinsed his tongue, he let out a sheepish chuckle, “Sorry pup. Believe me, that’s something we’ll be exploring again. Um, maybe just not after using your conditioner as shower lube. While it works fine and smells great, it tastes like crap. The moment the words left his mouth, his eyes widened with realization, and we both totally lost it. One way or another, our lovemaking always seems to end in laughter.
****
I expected us to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening cuddling, but as soon as we were dry, Corey dove back into his self-appointed mission to craft the perfect road trip for us. I watched him for a while. His focus was so intense, I swear I could feel his love in every detail he planned. I’m pretty sure he believes that if he can make our voyage magical enough, I’ll forget why we’re going and what I have to face when we get there. That’s probably not going to happen, but I appreciate his dedication more than I can say. And I swear, I’ll try my best not to dread what’s coming, if only for him.
He was still working on a few final reservations when I eventually gave up and went to bed, his laptop still glowing softly in his lap on the couch, his phone by his side. An hour or so later, I barely woke as he slid in beside me, wrapping me in his arms and once more making me his little spoon. Somewhere between waking and dreaming, I swear I heard him murmur that after our trip, he’d never have to worry about losing me again.
Chapter 26: Hotels and Promises
Sunday dawned a precious, dark and stormy late spring morning. We didn’t waste the opportunity to have a romantic cuddle session in our warm and safe bed. The sound of rain tapping against the windows and the occasional rumble of thunder felt like the world outside was echoing the storm of emotions within me. It was as if nature itself was cocooning us in its embrace, urging us to lose ourselves in each other’s arms.
Even though we just had some amazing, if bad tasting, shower fun the afternoon before, Corey was growling to go again. And once again, just like when I desperately needed him to reconnect with me after my little ER stay, there was very little foreplay. Just a lot of lube and a fury of fingers loosening my hole. All while our tongues were battling for dominance in their sensual dance.
There was no doubt; Corey’s primal energy more than made up for any sense of rushing. He entered me while still being my big spoon and then lifted my left leg over his hips. Satisfied with our position, he started thrusting into me with a feral urgency. All while kissing my neck, nibbling at my ear and jacking my dripping cock. I was instantly captive in his desire, once again under his spell.
He was in complete control and dictated our direction. He finally rolled me up and over him as he slid under me. Now my hips were on top of his as he thrusted up through my thoroughly stimulated hole and charged deep into my quivering tunnel of desire. Every stroke he made was pummeling my prostate to maximum effect. I realized that my chest was nestled beside his, so I lifted my arm, placing it behind his head, around his neck. Giving him convenient access to both my morning pit and my eager mouth. He scented his beard in one before deeply kissing the other.
After basking in our connected bliss for as long as we could keep our passion in check, Corey’s upward thrusts eventually started getting stronger and more urgent. Each one was forcing my prostate to not just ooze precum, but to actually spurt a bit on every deep thrust. I knew I couldn’t last much longer, and I let him know that he needed to keep his hand as far away from my ready-to-blow cock as possible. He complied and instead used it to rub, pinch and torture my erect nipple. I realized that I’d only traded one path to a quick orgasm for another.
Fortunately, our bodies were so in tune that Corey was rapidly approaching our summit together with me. His growls became more animalistic and his thrusts less controlled. He removed his lips from mine and used them to replace his hand at my nipple. His freed hand immediately returned to my cock. He bit my nipple as his orgasm took control of his actions. My lust-filled brain instantly converted the sharp pain into even sharper pleasure and an Old Faithful of cum erupted over both our torsos, while his orgasm warmly coated my insides.
As we slowly descended from Valhalla, my Norse God hugged me and chuckled into our shared post orgasmic kiss. Damn pup, I’m sorry, I guess I needed that after getting so excited about our road trip.”
“I’m not complaining my wolf. That was amazing! And, um, well, isn’t hotel sex supposed to be the best?”
“I guarantee you pup; it is.”
I couldn’t wait for Corey to back his words up with actions. But for right now, I just smiled and snuggled back his embrace, not caring about the orgasmic mess we’d just made. Luckily, we change the sheets on Sundays.
****
We had dinner with the dads Sunday evening. While we always enjoy our time together, this gathering felt unavoidably more business-like. As I expected, Chris dominated most of the conversation. He explained that our family attorney had engaged with a counterpart in Ann Arbor - an attorney named Andrew Bowman. Andrew would arrange a meeting location for us next Sunday just after noon. Chris also reassured us that both attorneys were working on a civil case against my father. “They’ll give you the full details once you arrive,” he said in his calm authoritative voice that almost soothed my shaky nerves.
Corey took over, his much lighter and excited demeanor a welcome contrast. With his trademark high school boy enthusiasm, he laid out our itinerary. “We’ll leave our house early Friday morning for the longest leg,” he began, his excitement radiating across the room. “We’ll stop for lunch in Little Rock, then we’re pushing all the way up to St. Louis. Hopefully arriving by late afternoon. We’re staying downtown at the Hyatt Regency at the Arch - I swear, it’s practically under the Gateway Arch.”
I couldn’t help but smile, caught up in his excitement. The weight of the upcoming meeting with my father felt lighter for just a moment.
“With the longest part of the drive out of the way, we’ll have time Saturday morning for a leisurely breakfast and a tour of the Arch,” Corey continued. “Then it’s an easy four-and-a-half-hour drive to Indianapolis. With lunch somewhere along the way. Once we get to Indy, we’ll check into the downtown Hilton… In a corner suite with floor-to-ceiling views of Monument Circle.” His grin widened, and I noticed a twinkle in his eye as he added, “We’ve got reservations at a very special restaurant Saturday night.”
Even as dread crept back into my mind at the thought of going back to Ann Arbor, Corey’s excitement kept me calm. This wasn’t just a trip - it was Corey’s way of turning a forced march into an exciting new shared adventure. His effort didn’t go unappreciated, and he had me feeling equal parts relieved and loved.
Corey finally presented the part of the trip I couldn’t bring myself to get excited about: heading back up Interstate 69.
Sunday morning, we’d have to just grab a fast-food breakfast before making the four-hour trip up to Ann Arbor for the meeting with Andrew and my father. After the big event, we’d rent a car and drive to Detroit where we had reservations for a late flight back to DFW. That detail triggered the thought of losing my Bronco, dampening my spirit for a moment. But I pushed it aside. I wouldn’t let that lone dark cloud ruin everything Corey had just worked so hard to plan.
After dinner, we exchanged our goodbye hugs. Chris reminded me about my morning doctor appointment. I promised him I wouldn’t forget, though my mind was already racing ahead to our well-planned journey. For better or worse, it was time for me to move forward.
Chapter 27: Doctors Know Best
Just like his son who will always be my protector and Norse God, Chris also does everything in his power to take care of me. He’d pulled some strings to get me a morning appointment with Dr. Foster, our family’s general practitioner. I’d only met him once before, on my first Monday after moving into the dads’ house. My bladder problem was Chris’ concern at the time and he insisted on Corey taking me to the appointment, to keep from adding any more stress to my life. Little did he know how much Corey wouldn’t help with that intention.
I couldn’t stop a chuckle as I thought about that visit, my butterflies fluttering at the memory, even as my face still flushed at the awkwardness. As I started the short drive to Dr. Foster’s office, I reflected on how far I’d come since that day. I wasn’t the same scared, orphaned pup anymore - or at least, I was trying to convince myself I wasn’t.
** 8 Weeks Ago **
Corey not only took me to Dr. Foster’s office; he decided to follow me into the exam room. Dr. Foster had been Corey’s doctor for as long as he could remember, so it was all just casual. Well, until the doctor decided he was going to give me a real, complete, physical. As he had me strip down to my brand new tighty-whities, I glared at Corey’s smirking face. I did my best to keep my customary embarrassing erection under control. It wasn’t my fault, medical professionals just get me excited; lol, which is why I scored so hard when I met Corey.
I was impressed with myself. I was mostly successful with my efforts to remain soft. Well, all the way up to the inevitable “Okay Oliver, please drop your underwear, we need to do a hernia check.” I dropped my briefs and blushed a bit as he fondled my furry balls - at least it was in a very professional manner. I did my coughs and thought I was going to make it through with minimal embarrassment until I looked over at Corey’s mischievous smirking face. Oh lurd no. I suddenly remembered what he had told me last Friday after he shaved around my hole and taint. I immediately knew what was coming next.
Sure enough, I heard Corey’s voice, almost in a chuckle, “Hey Dr. Foster, can you do me a favor, from one medical professional to another?”
Dr. Foster had just finished examining my testicles and now had my penis in his hands, with my foreskin retracted, exposing my glans to his thorough inspection. Just as I was about to lose control, he straightened up, patted my shoulder and told me that everything looked good. He then glanced over to Corey and replied, “Sure son, how can I help?” I tried to pull my underwear up as fast as possible. But I already knew it was too late…
Corey earnestly looked at Dr. Foster and went exactly where I knew he would. “So, doc, I’m sure my Dad told you what’s been going on with Ollie’s bladder. I gave him a urodynamic flow study on Friday and unfortunately had to shave his anus and perineum. He’s a very furry boy and I told him he’d need to see either me or another doctor today to make sure there were no ingrown hairs or signs of infection. Since he’s here with his shorts down, could you check and maybe apply another round of topical antibiotic?”
I rolled my eyes at Dr. Foster’s reply, “Absolutely Corey. Oliver, please remove your underwear again, face the table, lean over, rest your chest on the padding and grab the far side.” I was all too familiar with those commands and with the position it dictated. I maybe let a little exasperated groan escape; I also maybe heard Corey let a little chuckle escape; but I still did as I was told.
Dr. Foster gently pulled my cheeks apart to get an initial overview. Exposing my hole to the cool exam room air immediately started working its unfortunate magic. Even worse, as soon as the doctor started using his left thumb and index finger to gently open specific parts of my trench, while his right fingers danced their way over my hole and slowly down my taint to my quickly rising testicles, I knew I was doomed and was already three quarters erect.
When he finally started applying a cool cream over the same area - I swear, giving my hole way more attention than necessary - I totally lost my battle and as per my usual, I had a full-blown erection. I let my forehead drop onto the table’s padding in total defeat. I gave a resigned sigh. Dr. Foster allowed a warm chuckle to emerge as he gave my cheeks a reassuring pat before stating, “Everything looks fine back here, Oliver. Just lots of blond stubble emerging right where it belongs, no sign of ingrown hairs or any rash. You can turn around and get dressed.”
I hesitated, just like Corey knew I would. Before I could utter any lame explanation for my hesitance, Dr. Foster let out a sincere laugh, tapped my cheeks again and spoke a hearty, “Don’t worry son, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. It’s okay, just turn around and be proud!”
Upon hearing those words, my head shot up and I spun around before I could even worry about whether or not my hardon would sling precum across the room. The first thing I saw was Corey trying to stifle his laughter with his hand over his face in his typical admission of shame pose. I glared at him accusingly. He regained his composure and meekly replied, “Hey, so now you know who taught me that line.” He shrugged, almost believably.
I marveled at the revelation until I finally realized I was standing there with a dripping erection in front of my doctor. I sheepishly apologized and tried my best to pull my underwear up and over my uncooperative dick. Dr. Foster took the opportunity to explain himself, “Ollie, I’m used to dealing with Corey. It’s all good. You’re a very healthy young man.” He glanced down at my private little battle with my clothing and added, “Oh, and you really could be Corey’s brother.” He winked, gave me a fatherly side hug, and exited the room, allowing me keep a few shattered remnants of my dignity intact as I dressed.
I returned my glare to my so-called “protector,” brushing off his endless string of apologies. I even committed to an exaggerated pout, holding it for the entirety of our ten-minute ride back home. The moment we stepped into the kitchen, Corey stopped me in my tracks. With a sincere tenderness that breached my defenses, he slid his hand under my chin and tilted my face up to meet his still mischievous, but irresistible gaze. His eyes held a spark of apology mixed with a knowing tease. Before I could protest, he leaned in to give me a kiss that was both apologetic and undeniably sensual. I wanted to stay mad, but my resolve crumbled as I gave in and returned it, letting his touch erase my lingering embarrassment.
As he finally pulled back, his mischievous smirk returned, and his tone shifted seamlessly into Nurse Corey Mode. “Ollie, do you remember Friday morning? When I refused to let you leave for a very specific reason,” he said, his voice was laced with mock seriousness. I nodded, my curiosity piqued by his tone and where this might be going. “Well, my sweet pup, that mean old doctor got you really excited,” he continued, his hand slipping down to fondle my crotch. “And it feels like you’re still in a dangerously erect state.” His grin deepened as he teased, “Poor boy, you haven’t had an orgasm since 9:30 last night.”
I had enough of my wits about me to shake my head and utter, “That was our first one. Remember? You bred me again at 11:30 to make sure we’d have lots of puppies.”
Corey chuckled, his lips brushing against mine. “How could I forget? But, Ollie, I’m afraid you’re still at serious risk of DSB, which almost always leads to the nightmare of SRH. As your personal nurse, I feel it’s my duty to help you out of this critical situation.”
Totally mesmerized by his attention, I nodded and immediately stripped from the waist down, sending my shoes and pants flying across the kitchen floor. The spell Corey had me under broke for just a moment as I paused, confused. “Wait, what’s, uh, DSB? And S...?”
Corey’s smirk became more intense as he leaned in close, his voice dripping with seduction. “…RH. Deadly Sperm Build-up and Sperm Retention Headache. They affect thousands of horny teenage boys worldwide.” He reached down to wrap his fist around my cock, his grin turning downright devilish. “But lucky for you, I’m here to administer the cure.”
I stood there chuckling until Corey moved me to the kitchen island, spun me around and commandingly pushed my chest down over it. As soon as I was in yet another submissive position, his fingers parted my cheeks and immediately started meticulously exploring my hole. I was instantly leaking and almost forgetting my recent embarrassment.
After much too short of a time, Corey rose up over me, pulled my chest up and spun me around again. He gave another kiss and said, “I’m sorry I can’t give your hole the attention my tongue would love to provide, because, well, you’re kinda covered in antibiotics.” He grinned, “So let me do the next best thing.”
He knelt on the floor before me and licked the trickle of precum flowing from my still mostly hooded head. I moaned as he retracted my foreskin and allowed his broad tongue to become my leaking cock’s best friend once again. But that was just the beginning. After our only one intense weekend together, Corey had already mastered the art of making my body sing. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he quickly slicked his fingers and returned them to their favorite playground: my quivering hole.
With all of Dr. Foster’s clinical attention and Corey’s masterful buildup after, it didn’t take long for me to reach my crescendo. With his fingers giving me yet another expert prostate massage and his tongue swirling around my head and shaft, it took my Norse God less than five minutes to expertly relieve my DSB and completely earn back my trust, forgiveness, and love - all while leaving me utterly blissed out.
** Present Day **
I shook my head, bringing myself back to the present - again, a painful mistake I should have known better than to make. Worse yet, lurd! I can be so stupid sometimes. Reliving one of my favorite steamy moments with Corey during a ten-minute drive to my doctor’s office wasn’t exactly my wisest move. So, now here I was, sitting in my Bronco, battling yet another inconvenient and completely unnecessary erection. Wonderful. Dr. Foster will never let me live this one down. Thankfully, by the time I checked in and sat down in the waiting room, I’d managed to will most of it away.
Dr. Foster appeared with a welcoming smile, ushering me into his exam room after a quick hug. “Oliver, it’s great to see you again! I just wish it were under better circumstances. How are you feeling?”
“Hey, Dr. Foster! Thanks so much for squeezing me in on short notice. I feel pretty good, actually. My lump’s gone, and my head only hurts if I shake it too hard.” I hopped up onto the exam table as he directed.
He gave me a thoughtful look as he collected his tools. “Any dizziness, nausea, or trouble waking up in the morning?” he asked, leaning in to give my eyes a precursory look.
“Nope, I swear I’m feeling normal again. No issues at all.”
He gently placed his hand under my chin, coaxing me to meet his steady gaze. As I did, he repeatedly flicked his penlight across my pupils, his focus sharp but reassuring. He nodded, seemingly pleased, before directing me to twist around on the exam table, bringing my right knee up so that I could turn sideways. “Let’s take a look at your wound and stitches,” he said, leaning in even closer, his hand gently coaxing my head to bow forward. Before commenting on their condition, he added with a smile, “By the way, that haircut really suits you. It looks great.”
I felt a blush creeping up my neck. “Thanks, Dr. Foster,” I mumbled, the compliment catching me a little off guard.
The exam wrapped up shortly after. “Oliver,” he began, slipping back into his professional tone, “everything looks excellent. You’re healing well from the concussion and the wound looks great. I think it’s safe for you to ease back into your normal activities. Just be careful not to do anything too jarring - so no rollercoasters for a while,” he quipped with a small grin. It was an earnest attempt at doctor humor - lame, but oddly endearing.
As I hopped off the table, expecting to say our goodbyes, Dr. Foster’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. “So, how’s your perineum fur coming in? Any painful bumps or rashes? If you’d like, I can check it out and apply more antibiotic.”
Before the familiar rush of heat could take over my face, I caught the playful tone in his voice and noticed the barely concealed grin tugging at his lips. He was just teasing me. He even allowed a chuckle to escaped before he could stop it. I met his eyes with an understanding grin. “It’s growing back fine, Doc. And I think I’ll keep my embarrassing erection to myself today, if that’s alright with you.”
He laughed and gave my back a hardy pat. “Hey, can’t blame an earnest doctor for trying.”
I shared his laugh as I headed out the door. I realized he wasn’t just poking fun at me; he was reassuring me. Letting me know everything was good. It felt freeing to walk away without the weight of any awkwardness between us. Maybe that was his lesson. Life isn’t about avoiding embarrassing moments; it’s about surrounding yourself with people who can turn them into something better: funny, even endearing, reminders of how much they love and care about you.
Chapter 28: Faithful Steed
The rest of the week flew by, exactly as I feared it would. The only snag in an otherwise productive few days was my attempt to get a Texas driver’s license. Turns out, it’s not as easy to get as I’d hoped. Well, or maybe just not as quick to obtain as I’d naively assumed. The earliest appointment I could get at any DPS office - in the entire DFW area - wasn’t until mid-September. My frustration nearly boiled over, but I managed to keep my head from exploding. I reminded myself that intent and effort still count. Hopefully, TCU will see my commitment and give me credit for taking every step I could.
Otherwise, I accepted that my time had finally run out. On Thursday afternoon, in a solemn and almost sacred ceremony, I hand washed my bright blue Bronco in our driveway. If I had to give up my four-wheeled companion on Sunday, I was going to make sure he looked as pristine and sparkling as the day we first met. He wasn’t just a car to me; my trusted steed was my shelter during cold winter nights and my refuge during bone-rattling thunderstorms. He’d silently cheered me on as I fought to defend our bond against would-be thieves. He even comforted me afterward, his radio soothing me with familiar 90’s tunes as I nursed my blooming bruises and bloodied knuckles.
People say it’s foolish to love an inanimate object, but I’d argue that no man has ever been more connected to his vehicle than I am to my beloved Bronco. I have my Corey and my incredible dads, who mean the world to me, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was letting my closest, most loyal friend down. Giving my most precious possession up to the man who tormented me most, feels like the ultimate horror from my nightmare. I couldn’t help it - I hugged my boy, pressing my cheek against his shining hood. I’m going to miss him. But before we part, we’re going to have one heck of an adventure first.
To be Continued…
