We get our winter vaccinations

November 23, 2022

The epidemic had all but ended now that the overwhelming majority of people had taken advantage of the vaccination programme the UK government had put in place. Stephen and I went down to the St Ives surgery at the old schoolhouse to have our fourth jabs and our winter flu vaccinations from the very handsome and sexy Doctor P who we both fancied and had heard that he was un-married and had no girlfriends that anyone had discerned from the local gossip or for that matter any partner at all. Married to the job was the consensus. Another bonus was that he was just about our age too, if only a couple of years younger.

It was strange to actually ask for our GP to give up our vaccinations, but we had claimed that there was another issue we wanted to talk to out doctor about. We had in fact discussed the use of PReP with his as the surgery’s sexual health advisor and practitioner a couple of years earlier which had led to our doctor being in some discomfort for the time we were with him, and we had a good idea as to why. I had my third COVID vaccination given to me by a cute trainee doctor from Exeter University and we had spent a decent ten minutes discussing my doctorate from the same university. I really had no problem with the guy and his work, but it had been a while since I had seen my own doctor since before the epidemic, and the fact that Stephen was also his GP, it seemed a good idea that we had our jabs together with him.

Being a married couple, we entered the doctor’s room together and we were greeted warmly by the smiling and bright eyed doctor. It was whilst Stephen was registering with the doctor when he had initially moved to Cornwall to live with me, that during the initial interview, Stephen had complained of discomfort with this stomach over the pervious few days that Doctor P diagnosed that Stephen had appendicitis and rushed him to St Michael’s Hospital in Hayle to have the infected appendix removed.

Almost immediately The Doctor asked after Stephen’s scar, even though it was a good six years since the operation. Cheekily, and typically, always being a bit of a tease, Stephen asked if the doctor wanted to check it out, no doubt wondering if the sexy doctor was wanting a look over his abs. The doctor turned down the offer and sat at his computer terminal to look up our records for our jabs. He had the vaccines ready for us and asked us to remove our jackets so he could administer the medicines. We had both decided to wear tight T-shirts that morning, knowing that both our muscled frames would be shown off and had both spent a good ninety minute’s exercising in the yard to really pump up our bodies.

Stephen’s body was well and truly pumped up and the material of his T-shirt was really stretched over his pecs and biceps, very tightly, and I noted that the doctor was really checking out his body. Just before he was about to jab Stephen, he suddenly decided that he needed to check his blood pressure and had Stephen sit down as he took out the sphygmomanometer and adjusted the tubes and tried with difficulty to roll up the sleeve of his T-shirt. I noted that he didn’t ask Stephen to roll up the sleeve. Stephen’s biceps are massive good 20 inches of hard solid muscle, that are a delight to worship by the way, Doctor P made a fuss of wrapping the cuff around the upper arm almost pretending to have difficulty attaching it and half caressing the bulky pumped-up muscle. Stephen looked over at me with his wicked gleam in his eye. He had deliberately flexed the muscle a few times and suggested that Doctor P try the other arm instead.

I mouthed the words ‘prick tease’ silently at Stephen and I’ll admit I was close to laughing out loud. The doc thought about the idea for a couple of seconds before announcing that he had fixed the problem and asking Stephen not to flex his arm during the blood pressure measurement. He pumped up the pad squeezing the unflexed bicep and I watched the mercury rise up the tube and then drop as the doctor released the pressure, as he listened to the blood flowing through Stephen’s veined and muscled forearm through his stethoscope whilst trying to concentrate on the gauge rather than Stephen’s muscled arm. He announced that he’d give it a second try, and after he announced that the result was perfect. He removed the cuff from the bicep, and I swear be caressed the huge muscle squeezing it to check out the hardness.

He then asked Stephen which arm he wanted the vaccinations, and Stephen chose the same arm, his left. Doctor P then took the two vaccinations capsules and registered the dose numbers on the computer checking with Stephen his name and age was correct. He cleaned the jab area very carefully with the alcoholic wipe and firmly held the muscled arm, I thought a bit too firmly as he entered that needle into the muscle, slowly depressing the plunger, each time. Once completed, again un-necessarily I thought, he tried to recover the bicep with the material from the T shirt, even checking the other, un-used arm to make sure both arms were equally and evenly covered. I was thinking to myself if the doctor did this to all his male patients, when Stephen stood up, his crutch now directly in the doctor’s line of view. Stephen being 6’6” tall he was just the right height to pull off such a stunt and I saw the medics eyes really dilate at the well packed blue jeans crutch right in front of his face. There was a full five seconds or so before the doctor cleared his throat and pronounced that it was all that was needed, and I was called over for my ministrations from him.

I had been a little naughtier than Stephen and had pulled out the tail of the T-shirt loosening it from my jeans. My build was good , though I was not as tall as Stephen, being three inches shorter at 6’3” but I had a great build, almost as good as Stephen’s though Stephen had always admitted that I had a much better chest than him because of my rowing and kayaking experience. Again, I was helped by the doctor, adjusting the sleeve of my T-shirt for the checking of my blood pressure and now I was sure that my muscled arm was being caressed deliberately by the handsome doctor.

I had always remembered when I had a medical examination for my posting for my work in Mozambique, quite a few years earlier when Doctor P was very new to the practice and, I’ll be very honest here, I got a huge hard on when meeting him in the surgery for the first time, the doctor had me lying on he examination bed, I was bursting with my erection, and he was looking into my ears as part of the examination, and he asked me to turn my head to look into the opposite ear and I was staring directly into his crutch which was just a bulging as my own. It was a little later during the examination when I had to drop my underwear for the obligatory ‘cough’ test, and the prostrate test with the finger up the butt, as required by the company medics for insurance purposes that I had to drop my undies and show off just how excited I was by the handsome guy. My thick nine-inch pure Cornish dick almost right in front of his face and then my being bent over on my knees, by butt in the air as he put on his latex gloves, lubed his finger to stick in my arsehole to check if my prostrate was enlarged.  I had only wished that I could have seen him in his nakedness, hard, with his arse in the air but with my dick deep into his hole. The only reaction I gauged from him was some very heavy breathing for a while, otherwise he was purely professional, though I had no doubt, that his thoughts might have been far less than professional.

The two vaccinations were professionally administered by Doctor P and the details entered on the NHS terminal in his office. (Socialist medical administration to you Yanks) and I was helped as was Stephen with the adjustment of my T shirt. This time I stood up in front of the doctor but, I had to undo my jeans top button and fly to tick in the T-shirt. I had deliberately let the shirt be loose, because I was commando, and I let the loose jeans drop to my knees in front of the doctor’s face as I stood up. I heard Stephen let out a ‘Jesus Gerren’, from under his breath, as I bent down to pick up the belt top to haul up the jeans back to my waist, and to make a point of stuffing my dick back into the material before zipping up the fly. I knew the doc had seen it all before, years before, but I did know that most of his patients in the town were elderly and that there were very few studly guys like Stephen and I around, and that maybe, if the words amongst the gay fraternity were correct, then Dr P was one of us. All talk about PreP was totally forgotten.

On our journey down from Home into the town, Stephen and I had discussed the possibility of Dr P being also gay. He was of our age and just, maybe a couple of years younger, and we had asked each other if we would play around with him. We talked about the doctor patient relationship and confidentiality, and I asked if we should invite him for a meal at our home, and for him to bring his wife/partner/significant other as well. We spoke about the complexities of the arrangement but agreed that we would. I, being the local was to ask him.

We had completed the formalities of the vaccinations and Doctor P sat us down at his desk and gave us the chat about the possible reactions to the jabs, and he asked if there was anything else.

I spoke up immediately. How would Doctor P like to come over one evening for a meal at our home. We didn’t have too many local friends of our age group and maybe he’d like to bring his partner or whatever with him. Doctor P brightened immediately. He’d have to talk to his colleagues about being clear of a call-out, but if we could arrange a date, he’d be very happy to see where we lived and talk about something other than work. “you’d have no idea, the boring evenings I sometimes have to endure at social engagements with  local dignitaries and their spouses who are thirty, forty, or even fifty years older than myself and have to listen to their tales of local politics, funding for the NHS, and their ailments all bloody evening and have to show interest, so to be with someone of my own age and relax with them and have a meal away from social etiquette would be a delight. I pulled out my business card from my wallet, and passed it to our medic, and told him to sort out a date soon and let us know. Stephen added that if he likes we could accommodate him overnight if he really wanted to get away from his routine and really relax. I knew what Stephen meant and Doctor P could really relax with us on our emperor sized bed or in one of our spare bedrooms close to us.

Professionally, we shook hands with Doctor P, thanks him for his services and left him with smiles on our faces. Again, the doctor was reaching up with his left hand and checking out our biceps as we shook hands. He gave my injected arm a big squeeze and was really looking deep into my eyes as we departed.

On our ride back home, Stephen and I were in raptures over what had happened and were laughing over everything, from the unnecessary adjustments to our clothing and the caressing of our arms to my dropping my trousers and Stephens bulging crutch in front of the doctor’s eyes. We laid a simple bet with each other; would Doctor P come to our place for the evening, and would he stay the night and would he, if he stayed, sleep with us, or alone. There was one thing we were both certain of; our doctor was gay. Would we be the first to have some serious sexual fun with him.

Oh and the bet? The looser would get a deep and pleasurable throat and anal examination from the winner.

When we arrived back at home, I made a simple lunch of a chicken and mushroom soup and some freshly made ham sandwiches and we chatted about work and family. It had been while since we had been up to Scotland to visit my in-laws because of the epidemic, and I broached the subject of taking ten days or so leave with Stephen. He was very reluctant to leave his work because of the international situation. The Russians were still very active trying to cut and breach UK’s internet connections and it was his job and his duty to work to ensure internet security for the nation. He’s thought about leave though, very seriously and let me know as soon as he could. I knew this was the truth as Stephen still had a great sense of duty. This was due to his upbringing and following his father into the officer class in the UK Army. Once again, I mentioned the topic and let the matter drop. To be honest we both didn’t have to work, we had enough money due to the legacy from his great grandfather on the Scottish side of his family. After lunch I tidied up and left Stephen to continue his work from the secure office we had built for him during the pandemic. The office was a bonus for us as we were together all through the lockdowns, though in Cornwall the restrictions, initially were not as harsh as in the rest of the country, and we were able to stay together unlike many of Stephen’s colleagues.

I took my Range Rover out towards Geevor, to the mining museum. I wanted to have a look at the old seams underground, just to refresh my memory. It had been some time since I had been down there. Just as I passed through Pendeen, my phone rang. I was able to switch to the speaker system in the vehicle. It was Doctor P calling. Instantly my mind went into sexual activity mode following what had happened that morning in the surgery. Pleasingly, our doctor wanted to take up our invitation for a meal at our place, did I have a date in mind. I knew that I had to have a couple of days’ notice for the preparation of the food and suggested the following Monday or Tuesday. He chose the Tuesday and asked if he should bring anything with him. I was tempted to say just a load of condoms but held my peace. I asked if he’d being bringing a partner or a significant other, but he was adamant that he’d be alone. I left the conversation by saying that we’d be delighted to have him come for the meal.

I knew that I couldn’t tell Stephen immediately as we had an agreement not to disturb him whilst he was working in his office, in fact I had never been in the room since we had agreed that he could set up his equipment there together with the microwave communications dish hidden in the copse at the entrance to our property. This small and very efficient woodland had more than one use as it hid our home from view from the road outside.

I did my work in the museum and clambered down the shaft that many tourists now visit, but unlike the emmets, I had more interest in the geological side of the shaft. At 6’3”, I did have a bit of a tight squeeze at times, but I was able to use my phone’s cam to get the photo’s I wanted to have for my research.

On my way home I decided to stop at the pub for a pint of cider. As always, I was well greeted by Dan the publican and a couple of the local workmen who were having an end of working day pint. I always expected some banter from the guys and didn’t mind it as they were always respectful to me as head of the family.

The guys shocked me by asking if the doctor would still be a virgin after his meal on Tuesday. How the hell did they know about that? I knew that gossip travelled fast in our village, but this must have been an absolute record. We’d only agreed the date two hours or so earlier. I was frantically thinking both how to respond to the question of the doctor’s virginity, and as to how the hell did they know the doc was coming to us for a meal. Firstly, I remembered that one of the guy’s sisters was a receptionist at the surgery and could have caught the conversation. I’d have a word with the doc when he came the next week. My response about his virginity was that it would depend if he came with a butt plug up his arse or not. They’d know themselves just how difficult it could be removing one from their tight holes. This brought out a loud laugh from Dan and the guys.

I told the guys the joke about the new trainee working his first night shift at the morgue. He’d been given the number of the supervisor if there were any problems. The trainee was very nervous being alone with the dead bodies and at three a.m., spotted one cadaver with a cork in his arse. Curious about what the cork was there for, he gently removed the plug and immediately from the hole came the sound of a chorus singing the Hallelujah Chorus. He rapidly put the cork back in its place and the singing stopped. This time more cautiously the took the cork out of the arse, and the singing started again, even more loudly. The trainee was now seriously worried and put the plug back in the backside and called the Emergency number of his supervisor and gabbled incomprehensively that the need his boss to come to the mortuary. The manager raced to the trainee as fast as he could and entered the storage room to see the trainee in a ball on the floor gibbering to himself, pointing to the dead body.

“Pull out that cork”. The trainee managed to say, and the supervisor did and again the backside resounded to the Hallelujah Chorus once again. The supervisor replaced the plug and sighed and said to the trainee, “Tell me you didn’t call me out here at three thirty in the morning just to hear some arsehole sing!”

The bar roared with laughter, and I drained the last of my pint of cider. “You guys should keep certain ideas deep inside your dirty minds. You don’t know what idea’s I have about your personal lives and its way better that it remains that way otherwise we’d never be friends”. I wished Dan a good evening and drove home.

If I knew my husband as well as I should, tonight he’d be as horny as hell after the teasing at the surgery and the prospects of action with our doctor. I entered the house and took off my jacket, and heard Stephen calling me from our bedroom upstairs. I bounded up the stairs two at a time and turned to find the bedroom door open and Stephen sitting up on the bed naked stroking his massive cock and twisting his nipples with his free hand.

“Stay by the door and get naked”. He ordered.

I was staring directly into his eyes and taking in his hand jacking on his huge tool as I undressed. His hand was sliding freely up and down his shaft and his cockhead was leaking making the glans shine. What really turned me on was when his fist reached the base of his cock and his index finger and thumb made a ring which pushed back the base flesh at his pelvic bone and seemingly made his cock, already massive even bigger and exciting. I’d always loved his cock, slightly larger than mine and totally in proportion to his height and beautifully smooth muscled body. I’d known Stephen for six years now but I’d never tired of his looks, body and cock and had always delighted in the thickness of his shaft and the large piss tube on the underside of his cock, which was very pronounced when he was ultra-hard as he was tonight. By the time I had totally stripped off, I too was very hard and stood at the door stroking my cock for him.

“Close the door and come here to me”. I did so, watching how he was looking at me as I slowly walked over to our emperor sized bed. This was the bed that Stephen insisted that we’d have, with both of us being so tall and heavily muscled. It was a very useful bed when we got excited and passionate with each other and when we had friends and guests come to join us. We’d once had five other guys with us on the bed. Such exciting times.

Stephen was sitting up at the middle top of the bed using three pillows to rest again and as I approached, he patted the bed for me to come beside him. I crawled to him on my hands and knees and kissed him deeply, using lots of tongue, something we both enjoyed. He let go of his nipples and used his hand to hold my head to his as we tongue wrestled. When we broke the kiss we gasped for air and Stephen said to me that he’d been thinking what we’d do if the doctor was with us.

I just replied that the doc was coming for a meal on Tuesday. He’d call me that afternoon. Stephen’s eyes dilated brightly, and his grin broadened. “Perfect”. Was all he said. He didn’t have to say more. He pulled me over him so that I straddled him with our leaking cocks against reach other. We ground our hips together. Our cocks rubbed from side to side, as we put pressure on our cocks as we excited each other. I took hold of Stephens pecs and nips squeezing them hard and we kissed again and Stephen took hold of my arse cheeks. “I want to double fuck that sexy bastard with you”. Stephen gasped at me. I want to first push your face into that hard butt of his and have you rim his hole open for us to use: I want to see his eyes bulge as I force all my cock down his sexy mouth and throat and to see him jacking his cock furiously as we work him over”. Stephen was in total verbal mode, and I loved it when he was talkative. He deep baritone added to the sexiness of his talk. I also knew how to encourage Stephen.

“Are we going to really share the guy?”

“Hell yeah, we’ll take turns fucking his face first, the other can slap his face with his cock as he sucks on the others cock. And we’ll tag team his tight hole as well, and spit roast the sexy bastard both ends”.

I now went down to suck on Stephen’s heavily veined cock which was now really bulging and continued to play with his nips pulling and twisting them hard, just the way he loved it.

“Then I’d get off with him sitting on your face and have him ride his hole on your hot tongue as I fuck his face”. Stephen continued. “And then I’d put my arse in his face to feel his tongue in my hole as well”.

This abuse of our sexy handsome doctor gave me a clue as to what to do next. I pushed up Stephens massive legs in the air. He took the hint grabbing hold of them and pushing his legs apart, exposing his hairless muscled butt to my face. I dived down into the crevice and licked away at his tender hole.  I pushed my face deep into his hole and lapped away at it pushing as much saliva into it as I could. Stephen was in raptures, calling out to me to go deeper and telling me that if I was as good with the doctor on Tuesday then he’d have difficulty not stopping himself shooting his load unassisted.

Stephen told me that he’d be excited to see me and the doctor 69 rimming each other. I stopped rimming Stephen’s hole momentarily and placed my hole directly in front of his mouth and dived back to his hole to continue rimming, now in his suggested 69. For a while Stephen was quiet except for the occasional moan and groan as I hit a spot on sweet hairless hole.

Taking a small break to continue with dirty chat, Stephen told me that he wanted to see me pound the doctor’s hole, balls deep. “You’ll have to fuck him doggy style so I can be in a cocksucking 69 with him and look up and see your cock splitting his hole and feel his gratitude by him enthusiastically deep throating me, and then; Stephen was now in full non-stop flow of dirty chat; then I want to see him sit on your thickness facing you and ride you, cowboy style and then give him the ultimate, by pushing my cock into him and really opening up his dirty piggy medical hole by double fucking him hard. Oh Gerren, I love double fucking with you”.

Stephen told me just how much he liked both of us double fucking our handsome and uber-sexual American friend Mike. “It would be great to have a ride like that again”. I too recalled our time with Mike. I asked Stephen, knowing the reply, how he would like to have Mike with us together with the doctor.

“Mike in his body harness, and chaps and cock ring and that fat eight inches of Yankee dick? Damn it would be magnificent getting him to work over the doctor”.

Stephen’s handsome face was now almost glazed over with sexual lust. He stood up from our rimming, standing over me, almost reaching our elevated roof, his ten-inch cock fit to burst and sticking out upwards reaching for the ceiling. “Dammit, Gerren I need you badly”. He reached over to the night stand and opened up the tube of KY gel we always had ready, and he squeezed a line of the lubricant onto his middle finger and pushed the clear gel into his well rimmed hole, a smaller line of gel went into his palm and I felt Stephen gently caress my cock, preparing me for his hole. Usually, we discussed who was going to fuck who before sex if we were going to fuck at all, but tonight, Stephen was so sexually wound up. He crouched over, facing me, which I always liked as I adored his sexy exciting, muscled body and his massive erection in front of me and of course his total handsomeness.  He reached over for the towel that we always kept by the pillows and wiped his hand dry of the lune and took hold of my aching cock and guided it into himself. He admitted to me that he had been thinking all afternoon about the three of us fucking when the doctor comes to visit, that I was finding it difficult to concentrate clearly on my work and have been wanting me to fuck him when I returned.

Slowly and inevitably, I felt my cock being engulfed by his hole. At times he used his inner muscles to squeeze my dick before taking in more. Then came that wonderful sensation of the base of my cock being gripped by his arse muscles and Stephen was once more down to my balls with all my nine inches inside of him. He gave out a groan, leaned over to me and was kissing me passionately. “Only you”. He whispered. “Only you get inside of me now as you are totally mine. I fucking love you, Gerren, and only you will ever fuck me, even when we are in a threesome or more. I am the luckiest man in the world”. He held onto my face tenderly with both hands and kissed my more slowly and with love rather than with passion. I pulsed my cock inside of him and he moaned with pleasure, and started to pump himself on my shaft, slowly at first but the slightly faster and with longer movements, giving himself a great ride and letting his internal button give him a marvellous thrilling time.

I was enjoying not only the feel of his hole around my cock but also his hard cock slapping against my abs. I reached up to caress his chest, tweaking his nipples which I knew he loved, and to stroke his huge biceps and his extra wide shoulders. Stephen was now giving the dirty talk again and was now wondering out loud if we should break our own rule and fuck in front of the doctor. He wondered out loud if the medic would get off watching us fuck like this.

I asked Stephen if he thought that the doctor would get in and suck on his cock or would go around the back to get a close-up of the fucking. Stephen admitted that the doc would most probably be torn as to what to choose.  I compounded Stephen’s thoughts by suggesting that the sexy doctor might do something really dirty and lick my exposed shaft as I fucked. This galvanised Stephen, who now took hold of his cock and was jacking off and bending down closer to my face. “Oh yeah, and then he could pull out your cock from my hole and eat out my fucked hole and suck on your dick and re-wet it for more fucking”. Stephen went further. “Or he could come around and sit on your face right now, or stick his butt in my face or we could suck him was we fucked”.

“Do you think our doctor would be as dirty as we’d like him to be?” I asked Stephen.

 

“I’ve no idea but I’m having a great time fantasising about it”.  He admitted to me.

I wondered if he was an extreme shooter when he orgasmed. It was something we both liked if our extra-marital fuck pals could do it. Stephen thought that if the guy didn’t have any friends, then it was possible that the excitement might just bring off a massive load from the man. “I wonder just how big his dick is”. He wondered out loud. “Pretty big by the size of the bulge in front of my face that time he examined my ears. I’d hope it was cock and not just huge balls”. I ventured, recalling one disappointing time a guy with a massive bulge turned out to have a small dick and huge balls. “There are not many guys who have a cock as huge as yours”. I reminded Stephen. “Don’t put yourself down – you’re only just under and inch shorter than me in the cock department”.

Stephen was still fucking himself and I was working his nips hard, just the way he liked it, and he was very close to my face, withing kissing distance. “You really want him don’t you”?

“Hell yeah he’s a sexy devil and I’m sure he wants it from us, he must be frustrated knowing the choice of men down here being so small and I’d love to give him one hell of a good time with you. I’d really be excited and happy for us all to have a great fuck with him”. I was now really twisting his nips hard and enjoying Stephen riding deep on my cock. Stephen was now jacking off really hard, telling me how he would use the man with me telling me all the positions we’d be in with him. I felt Stephen’s hole tighten against my cock and knew that he wasn’t too far off. I kissed him with vigour and could sense his breathing deepen significantly. Then with a deep voiced staccato Stephen claimed that he really wanted to see me fuck the doctor and then he sat up and ground his hole against my cock hard, and shot off his load, growling loudly and spraying me with his streams of juice until he almost collapsed on top of me. It was only my fists holding his nipples that prevented him from landing on top of me. When he had recovered, Stephen lifted himself off my cock, went down and swallowed it whole in one go. That was one huge difference between us, He could instantly deep throat a cock, I gagged after four inches or so. Deep throating was not a skill I had learned.

I buckled at the sensation of his sucking and loved the sensation right down to my balls as he slowly withdrew his mouth from my cock taking great care of the cockhead with his tongue. I loved the delighted and dirty look in his eyes as he completed cleaning my shaft and was tasting his hole on my dick. He sat himself down on my thighs facing me, my body covered in his cum, and his cock lying against my cock and balls, still hard. He grabbed hold of my cock with two hands and used them to jack me off. “What do you want me to talk to you about”?

It wasn’t hard to decide. “Tell me what would happen if Mike was with us with the doctor”!

“You want to know that”?

“Yeah, you know that I like Mike and he likes me and that when he’s away from Carl he’s a total sexual animal”.

“He’s a total sexual animal when he’s with Carl as well. I see him in his leather harness and chaps with that fat dick of his hard in the air with the prospect of working the doctor with us”. Stephen was always easy with the fantasies of his imagination.

“He’d be in the doorway, just as you were before watching us play with the willing doctor, his body pumped, and his arms stretched against the sides of the doorway. He’d gently call out to us asking us to let him join in. The doc will have seen Mike for the first time and be surprised by the addition of another guy but delighted at the prospect of our friend joining in. The doc would be more than eager to let Mike join us. Mike would stroll over to us his cock hard but swinging as he approached us and he’d pull the doctor off the bed and down onto his knees pushing his face towards his feet and would order the doc to worship his chaps and to lick on the leather, which knowing Mike would have the remains of other guys cum still on them. Slowly the doctor would make his way past the knees and towards Mikes fat cock and low hung balls”.

Then the doc would reach with his tongue to suck on the fat cock and balls, but Mike would step aside and smack the docs face telling him that he been told to lick the leather and order him to show off his tongue as he licked the chaps. Then Mike asks us to join him one each side of him and to put our three cocks together right in front of the licker. The guy now has twenty-seven inches of fat cock in front of his face and he is whimpering in delight and desire to suck on them all. Then Mike turns around and puts his hard muscled arse in the medics’ face and orders him to eat his sweaty hole”.

I was very excited by this as I loved Mikes hard are cheeks and eating his hole as well. Mike was a really tasty guy. Stephen was still two handedly jacking me off. His cum dribbling down the sides of my body and my head enjoying his four-way fantasy.

“The doctor is disappointed that he hasn’t got to suck on Mikes fat uncut cock and wants it badly but does as he’s told and eats and licks the hole. Mike turns slightly to kiss us both in a three-way kiss as he manhandles both our erections. Then Mikes asks Doctor P if he’s enjoying eating the hole and the doctor mutters that he is, and Mike asks if he’d like to suck on all three of our cocks. There is a squeal of delight from the arse rimmer and Mike turns to thrust his cock down the willing throat”.

I’m now getting really excited, and Stephen changes the narrative. Mike is now fucking the doc from behind and is pushing the bottoms head down on Stephen’s dick, spitroasting the guy, and Stephen, knowing me and Mike well tells me that I am eating out Mikes hole as he fucks the doctor.

Well, that did it. My balls were boiling and tightening as Stephen double fisted my cock, and the idea of my eating Mike hole as he fucked triggered my orgasm. Maybe my pulling on my nips at the same time helped but I blasted off a big load, with Stephen gasping out loud, even though he had seen me shoot like that a couple of hundred times at least. My juice splattered all over me, onto my face, my hair and on the pillow besides my head.

Stephen stopped jacking on my dick holding it loosely in his hands leaning over me and kissing me deeply. “Christ we really must arrange sometime for that foursome with Mike and Doctor P. Lets hope we can arrange it sometime especially if that is the result”.

We cleaned up, showered and prepared for our evening at home. I told Stephen of the discussion in the put and that the village seemed to know the doctor was coming on Tuesday. He wasn’t as shocked as I was but encouraged me to call the doctor and let him know.

What happened when the doctor comes around I cannot tell you – well it’s not Tuesday – Yet.