Mittwoch, 26. August 2015

Dr. Peterson

Written by Triplebottom

Hello, my name is James. I'm in my 20s and I make dentures so that people are able to chew and eat their food. Usually, dentists send me cases and I make the dentures. Sometimes things go smoothly, sometimes they don't. On this day, it wasn't one of those smooth days.

Dr. Peterson, a recent newly acquired client, was on the phone. He wasn't too happy with I'd sent him and demanded a meeting with me. I calmly agreed and drove over to his office. His receptionist Carry, greeted me and told me to have a seat while she grabbed the doctor. This wasn't my first time in hot water with a client, so I relaxed and picked up a nearby magazine.

Carry quickly sat back down and I could hear stomps with a purpose coming my way. I kept my face to the magazine when the door flew open and Dr. Peterson tossed a box on the coffee table in front of me. I lowered the magazine and stared blankly at him, then the box, and back at him again. I noticed the pent up anger inside him slowly melted the longer he looked at me. His eyes quickly did a once over on me, and bingo.

I do believe the good doctor here might have a thing for little ol' me. I smiled and asked, "what seems to be the problem Dr.?" He seemed not to hear me. I glanced over at Carry and she just shrugged. I asked if maybe we could speak in private, in case a patient walked in. He replied, "Yes, I have an office." I picked up the box and followed him. He shut the door behind me and asked me to take a seat.

I studied Dr. Peterson when he sat down. Your typical older white male in his late 50s or early 60s. He had greying hair and a receding hairline. Not too bad, he had a cute quality to him. I decided that I might just have some fun with him. I always had a thing for older guys. The Dr informed me the denture in the box didn't fit. I took it out and examined it. The solution was simple enough so I said, "Sorry for the tight fit, I can be more...aggressive if you'd like?"

The chess game had begun. He settled into his leather chair and I could almost see the gears in his head. Was I being facetious or was it all in his head. He agreed to my suggestion and played it safe. I decided to press on, "Dr. Peterson, I'm sorry about this problem. I'm glad I was able to come here and speak to you. I can't stress how important it is to have a back door...I mean and open door policy." I watched carefully as I "mistakenly" said, "back door" and saw all I needed to see.

He'd taken a slow deep breathe when I said it. A feral smile arose internally. My cock hardened at the thought of him and I having sex on the desk. I stood with my cock semi hard and extended my hand. His eyes locked onto the slight bulge of my pants and simply agreed, so we shook. I was guessing he didn't want to stand because of his erection. I bid farewell to Carry as I left with a smile on my face.

A few days went by until I heard from Dr. Peterson again. It seemed he had another issue with a case. He sounded genuinely angry but not as much as the last time. He demanded I come to his office immediately to discuss the matter. I smiled and hung up. Was this a legit issue or was he fishing just to see me again? There was only one way to find out.

When I arrived at his office, I tried to open it but it was locked. I peered in and saw him at the front desk which was odd. Where was Carry? He noticed me and came to let me in. I asked where Carry was and Dr. Peterson said that she went home early due to a migraine. He locked the door behind and ushered me into his office. The case in question was on the desk.

I examined it and apologized once again even though I could tell there was nothing wrong with it. He sheepishly said, "Listen James, I can't keep having these issues. I might lose patients and that's just bad business. I think I might have to use a different denture lab." He was a terrible actor. But, this was getting interesting and I decided to play along.

I apologized again and asked, "Is there something I can do to make up for the issues lately? How about I discount them? Or the next couple I do for free?" His face turned red and just shook his head as if there was nothing I could do. But I knew what was going on in his head. He's debating if he should propose an exchange for sex or not.

We sat there for an awkward minute as he had his internal struggle so I chose to take things further. I got up and walked over to a wall with his accolades. I ran a few lines in my head and then decided on one. I turned and said, "Listen Dr. Peterson, as you know, this is the slow season in our industry and I need every account I can get. If there is anything I can do to help keep this...partnership going, just let me know. I'd be so grateful."

He turned slightly in his chair and I saw his bulge. I had him right where I wanted him. He sat there, not knowing what to do next. I guess it was up to me to do most of the heavy lifting in this "deal." I walked over to a bookcase by his desk and picked up a picture that displayed a younger version of him and who I assumed was his wife. She seemed like a hard nosed bitch.

"Is this your wife Dr. Peterson," I asked. He stood up to look at what I was speaking of. He answered, "Yes, we've been married for 30 years." Ah, so he's been debating if he should cheat on his wife with a young piece of ass like me.

"She seems a bit intense, no?" I asked. He chuckled and agreed. I placed the picture back and gently asked, "Does she take good care of you, Dr. Peterson?" He froze so I took a small step towards him. He didn't budge but his lower lip seem to quiver a bit. As if words were trying to be formed but my now sexual presence was suffocating them. I took another step forward and fixed his collar of his shirt.

I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Dr. Peterson, does she suck your cock every night and morning? Does she make you feel good?" I slowly shook his head no. I smiled meekly, putting my hand on his chest to sit him back into his chair, I kneeled in front of him. I licked my lips and said, "Dr. Peterson, I need another chance. Can't you find it in your heart to give me just one more chance."

With his lips still quivering, he nodded yes as I slid my hands up and down his legs. I put on my most sincere face and thanked him while my hands slid up his body and down his legs again. On the next pass I unbuckled his belt so I could undo his pants. I slid them down and was rewarded with a pretty decent cock. It was about 6 inches, thick, veiny and most importantly, hard. I licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip as he shuddered in pleasure. I took in his musky smell and it felt so erotic.

Dr. Peterson gripped the arms of his leather chair as I slid my tongue up his cock. I slipped my lips over his manhood and went to work. I could feel the veins on his cock as my lips glided up and down. His salty precum hit my tongue and I looked up at him. His glazed over eyes told me everything I needed to know. I had him right where I wanted him. He's going to be a client for life.

I moved my mouth over the top and with a pop, it sprang free from my lips. I slowly stroked his cock as I kissed my way down it. I got to his balls and lightly licked them. A moan escaped his mouth and I took that opportunity to ask, "Dr. Peterson, you're going to keep sending me cases right?" He moaned again as I continued to lick and stroke him. He nodded with another moan.

"Dr. I'll make you a deal. For every ten cases you send me, I'll cum back," I offered. He weakly agreed and I figured I did a good job. I slid my tongue slowly up his shaft as my hands went to caress his balls. I continued my oral assault on him. I sucked him off for everything it was worth. He built enough courage to lay a hand on my shoulder and then on my head. My hands slipped under his ass so I could take him deeper.

I let his cock hit the back of my throat a couple times to make that sound porn stars make in the videos. I released his cock from my mouth with a gasp and I jerked him off so i could catch my breathe. I was feeling real slutty. I looked at him and asked, "You're wife doesn't suck your cock like this does she." He shook his head as I slapped his cock against my lips and then my tongue. I bobbed down again to get some of his precum in my mouth. I let his cock free of my mouth again and spat on it to lube it more as I stroked him.

"Do you like having your cock in my mouth," I asked. He nodded as he breathed heavily. I continued, "Mmmm your cock tastes so good. I can't wait until you give me another ten cases." I kissed the pink velvety head and pressed my tongue in the opening of it. He let out a groan of pleasure.

"Dr. Peterson, if you behave I might get a whole lot more than my pretty mouth on your cock," I said as I licked and kissed his balls. He answered with a breathless, "Yes please..." I knew I was going to have fun with him. I may also be able to raise his price. I guess we'd have to see how much he enjoyed me.

I was getting tired down there so I decided it was time for my grand finale. I started to suck and stroke his thick cock. I was going to milk this old bastard and leave him wanting more. My head bobbed as his moans got louder and louder. I felt the 6 inches of hot meat passing through my lips. The smell of musk and sex filled my senses and it was intoxicating. His hands gripped my shoulders as if he wanted me to stop but I wanted it. I wanted his cum. I wanted his satisfaction. He thrusted his hip as he could no longer hold it in anymore. With a last suck, his cock popped out of my mouth for the last time and he shot all over my face as I furiously jerked him off.

His cum sprayed all over my face and I could feel it slowly seep down it. Luckily it looked like he got everything by my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes and watched his he and his cock went limp. He sat panting as if he'd just ran a marathon. I licked my cum covered lips and tasted him. I got up and grabbed some tissue paper from his desk to clean myself off. I made sure to bend a bit more so he could notice my ass.

I peeked behind and yep, he was staring dead at it. I wondered if he even still had sex with his wife. Oh well, it didn't matter. It would be much better if they didn't. I've found that men will do almost anything for sex. Especially really good sex. As I left, I turned and said, "10 cases..." With that, I left smiling. Another satisfied customer.

Dienstag, 18. August 2015

My first job

I knew if I was ever going to have a gutiar,I'd have to get a job after school to pay for it.Mom could never afford to buy me one. It was all she could do to put food in on our table,working to raise three kid's all by herself.At 14 years old, I set off one day after school on my bike to our local grocery store. The lady at the check out lane told me to go to the back of the store to see Mr.Murphy the owner.

I knocked on his office door...."Come in....what can I do for ya son" " Mr. Murphy...I'm lookin for a part time job" " I see....well son, I had to let a boy go last week...he couldnt seem to get here on time...would you have any problem getting here at 3:30 ?" "No sir...i'll be on time..I'll do any thing you need done around here" "One other thing.....I'll need you to stay late on Friday's to help clean the store..you might want to ask your parents if that will be possible, before you take the job" "I dont think my mom will mind,but i'll have her call you to tell you it's alright this evening when she gets home". "Fine then, I'll see you tomorrow! "Yes sir.....thank you Mr. Murphy".

The next day happened to be Friday and I rushed to the store after school on my bike....Mr. Murphy spent a few hour's showing me how to bag the food items and such,then kept an eye on me from his office window the rest of the afternoon...At the end of the day he locked the door.....The check out lady counted her register and left a few moments later.....Mr. Murphy and I went to the back storage room and he showed me where he kept all the broom's and mop's ect. "Bud...after you get done sweeping and mopping,let me know and I'll get started with the waxing machine, it's a little tricky to handle". ...I had finished in an hour or so and went to his office to knock on the door.... As I approached his office....the blinds were closed but the door was cracked open a bit....I peeked in to see Mr. Murphy sitting in his chair with his cock and balls hangin out of his fly... his cock was so big I couldnt belive my eyes....he was strokin it real good....his shirt was opened somewhat and his big titties and beautiful chest of white hair were in full view as he twisted one of his nipples between his fingers.....

My elbow hit the door and it creeped open....He rushed to wheel his chair under the desk to hide his crotch and fanned himself with his shirt like he was hot...... Ugh...Bud...you didnt see anything you werent suppose to did you son"? "I reckon I did sir,but it's ok...I wont tell Mr.Murphy..."Thanks son....come on in, we'll have to let the floor dry good before we wax it". "I never knew a mans pecker got so big sir...your's sure is a whopper"! "Yes son....I guess it is at that". " Could I touch it sir". " Bud , I dont think thats a good idea...it might get us both in a world of trouble and we dont need that do we"? "Please...Mr. Murphy...I wont say a word about it sir....honest I wont" ....

He rolled his chair out from the desk to once again reveal his thick cock and big drooping balls..."Ok son...just this once...if you promise". I reached out and grabbed his huge cock....it was warm and silky smooth...his foreskin hung from the head like a grim reaper's hood.....I stroked it back to see his precum drippin at the end of his head...I rubbed a finger in his sticky juice and wet the underside of his cock shaft with my finger..His cock was starting to bob up and down as the blood flowed threw it...I took his cock in both of my small hands and worked it up and down...he in his chair with his head layed back and eyes closed...His balls were like a couple of hen eggs and bounced to and fro hitting the seat of the chair as I slid his foreskin back and forth faster now...he started to moan and hunch at my hands...I reached down to fondle his big balls...pulling at the thin white strands of hair that grew from his sack...he held the arms of the chair tight in his hands as I groped and rubbed his nuts with my hand....I grabbed his cock again in both hands,pumpin it good and fast...he raised up a bit in his chair while hunching forward....I pounded his foreskin like mad as he twisted his nipples and panted..."Oh son!!!!...thats it....yes..mmm.....faster son!!! .....ugh ugh ugh ...yeah......mmm...oh yesss....he started to jerk and shutter...shoving his hips to meet my hand strokes...... his cock was red and hot....I beat it up and down faster and faster....oh oh oh ...aaahhhh!!!!! ugh ugh ugh oh son ...yesss!! He bucked his crotch against my hands.....Oh my gosh!!!....Oh Bud!!! ...he started to spew thick hot juice everywhere...gobs and gobs of milky cream running down the shaft into his pants and underwear....I took a hand and squeezed his nut sack as he kept shootin his load..."ugh ugh ugh ugh oooohhh!!!!!!!!..mmmmmm!!!!!!...Oh God!!!!!! It feels so good son.....

I squeezed and stroked it slow...then wrapping my fingers around the head squeezed hard as cum filled my hand...His cock was swollen and throbbing like all get out.....I could feel the cum flowing in his shaft as I worked my hands up and down .....it just kept on shootin as I milked his long thick cock.....he lay back in his chair slumped down and out of breath....I reached in his back pocket and grabbed his hanky to clean his softened cock....he jerked a little as i wrapped his cock in the hanky to dry up the slick sticky cum that was all over him and my hands..... "I havent had that good of a time in a long while son". " I do it all the time ....but I dont shoot like that sir""Well son me and my wife dont have sex anymore so this is my only outlet....to tell you the truth ....I never liked being with a woman....I have always wanted to be with other men......being in a small town, you cant live the life you want without everyone knowing about it, so I havent ever acted on my desires". "I havent ever had a father and I have always wished I did...it's kinda hard when other boys tease me...one boy called me a bastard but mom said that aint so..I wish I had a papa to give me a hug sometimes and take me fishing and stuff....I reckon were kinda in the same boat sir....Can I call you Papa,Mr.Murphy..... "I dont see why not....it'll just be between me and you Bud..... great! "Do you mind if I look at your's Bud"? "I reckon it's ok" ....

He took my belt in his hands and worked it loose then undid my pants and pulled them and my underwear to my knees...he grabbed the cheeks of my butt and pulled me toward his mouth..he took both my small cock and my balls into his mouth all at the same time....slurpin and suck them ...my pecker was hard as a steel reinforcement rod as he munched it down .....he clawed at my ass cheeks as he gobbled up my little dick..."Oh papa...uh uh uh uh uh.....his white moustache hairs mingled with my red peach fuzz ... His mouth was so warm and felt good as he sucked and licked his tounge in circles around my peter....In another second I felt my cock burning with cum....he sucked it hard as i shot in his mouth...he milked my balls and cock with his tounge...I hunched his mouth as he sucked and smacked on my little hot poker....he reached around and wiggled a finger in my tight butthole...

it hurt and felt good at the same time....and made me jerk and shoot another wad of boy cum in his hot daddy mouth....I grabbed his head of silver hair and held on as he suck everything I had...There was not a drop of cum left in my body....as he swallowed for the last time.." Did I do good papa"? " You did great son!!!......come on now we better get busy on the floor..I dont want you to be late for supper" "ok Papa" He reached and pulled me into his arms....and I held on tight as we stood ther in each others arms....It was the best hug I had ever had in my life.... I worked the rest of the summer for my new Papa....right before Christmas he took sick and another man was sent to run Papa's store...I didnt get along with him at all and decided I'd quit before he fired me...I hadnt made enought money to pay for the gutiar I wanted....They wouldnt let me see Papa in the hospital...guess he was real bad off.......

Christmas day Mrs. Murphy brought a large box to our door....It read (From: Papa To: Bud ) It was the gutiar that I told him I was saving my money for. I still have that gutiar. Thoe it's old and dosnt play that well anymore, it will always be my favorite!

Montag, 3. August 2015

My New Neighbor

When the gray haired old man and his wife got out of the big black Lincoln with a fancy dressed woman who was obviously a real estate lady, the old man got my full attention. I even moved closer to my big front picture window in order to get a better view of him. And as he walked toward the adjacent apartment, I started drooling. The old man could have stepped straight out of one of my wet dream!

He was burly and walked with sure powerful steps as he followed closely behind the real estate lady, with his petite wife bring up the rear. As he came near my apartment’s front window, he looked directly at me. Caught gawking at him, I blushed. His weathered, tan face broke into a faint smile as the real estate lady lead the couple passes my apartment to the vacant one next door.

Later when they were escorted back to the real estate lady’s big black Lincoln, I made sure I was at the window again. I thought he walked closer to my apartment than he had too. My reward was seeing his hairy legs and how nicely his well-rounded ass cheeks filled out his beige shorts.

I was so excited that I set down in my favorite over stuffed chair which just happened to face the apartment’s big picture window, than as I recalled how handsome and fatherly looking the old man was, I jacked off into my hand. And as I filled my hand with cum, I couldn’t help but wish that it was the old man’s cum being pumped into my palm.

Several days passed, without the old couple returning to view the apartment again. I had all but given up on them moving in when one day a red pickup truck pulled into the front of the duplex and the old man climbed out. GOD, was my heart pounding when I saw him pull out a key from his pocket and unlock the door to the adjacent apartment.

He stayed inside for fifteen minutes or so before coming out again. Then as he began looking for the patio area, I gained enough courage to walk outside.

The old man glanced toward my apartment as I opened the door.

“Hello,” I called out. “I see that you rented the apartment.” I added.

“Yea, my wife loved the location and I like the price. It’s rather inexpensive for an apartment so close to the beach.” He added as he smiled. “How long have you lived here?” He asked.

“Almost three years. Great place. The beach is just over the draw bridge and there’s a nice park down at the end of Oakland Park Blvd.” I told him speaking fast as his presence made me nervous as I was so stricken by his fatherly looks.

“Is yours a one bedroom, too?” The old man asked.

“Yes, it’s exactly like yours.” I responded as I found myself walking toward him.

“But they are big one bedrooms. Hell, I’ve been looking at two bedrooms that weren’t as big for twice the money.” He said as I stepped from my patio to his. “It plenty of room for me and my wife. Are you married?” He suddenly said, catching me off guard.

“No . . . me and my friend share . . . the apartment. He’s visiting friends in New York.” I said before I could catch myself.

“Oh! I see.” The old man said. Suddenly he was looking at me differently. His eyes seemed to stare at me as thought he was looking at me through a magnifying glass. “The real estate agent told me there was lots of quee . . . gays in the area.” The old man said bluntly. “She said that made it safer. Whatever she meant by that.” The old man added.

I stood there wordless.

“Ah . . . I didn’t mean to offend you.” The old man suddenly said.

“No offense, taken.” I finally found my voice. “I hear they put tile floors in your apartment.” I said to change the subject.

“Yea, they look great. What kind of flooring does your apartment have?” The old man asked.

“Terrazzo and it’s not in good shape.” I answered. “Wish I had tiles.” I added. “I bet it looks beautiful”

“It does. You want to see it?” The old man asked and started walking toward the door of his apartment without even waiting for my answer.

My eyes were on the back of his strong hairy legs instead of the stone tiles as I followed him into his apartment. I had to fight an urge to brush my hand against them as I walked pass him. Then when I turned and faced him, I noticed the patch of gray hair sticking out of the top of his light-blue knit shirt. I must have stared at his gray chest hair a little too long.

“Yea, I’m getting so old that all my hair on my chest is turning gray.” The old man said.

“Looks sexy!” I blurted out without thinking.

The old man’s eyebrows narrowed as he looked at me.

“Luckily, the hair around my dick is still dark.” The old man said. “I couldn’t stand the thought of having gray hair round my dick. Damn, I would look old then.” He added.

“You mean you don’t have any gray pubic hair.” I suddenly found myself asking the old man. I tensed up not knowing what his response would be.

“Hell no. it is as dark as the hair on my arms and legs.” The old man answered in a defensive tone.

“Oh.” I mumbled.

“Hell, I can prove it! I might be seventy-one but my pubic hairs are as dark as they were when I was twenty.” The old man said then shocked me by starting to unbuckle his belt. I watched in growing excitement as he pulled down his beige shorts and exposed his white jockey shorts.

My breath became suddenly rapid as I watched him jerked down his jockey shorts exposing his full crotch to my view. And what a view it was! He was correct his pubic hairs were still dark but I didn’t spend much time looking at them, what caught my immediate attention was his thick uncut dick resting on top of a set of huge bull sized balls.

“See!” The old man said in a loud voice. “No gray.”

I couldn’t stop myself from stepping closer to him as I stared intently at his thick soft dick and big balls.

“Beautiful!” I mumbled as I found myself dropping to my knees in front of the old man. “Wow, I bet your wife loves to get some of that.” I said as I glanced from his thick soft dick up to his stern face. “You’ve got a big dick. Can you still get a hard on?”

“Hell yea!” The old man said in a thundering voice. “The damn thing stays hard half the time. I have to jack it off every day.” He answered without making an effort to pull his shorts up.

As he spoke, I slowly moved my face toward his crotch expecting him to stop me at any second but loving the moment anyway. And sure enough when my lips came within an inch of his big limp foreskin draped dick he suddenly jerked back slightly.

“What are you doing?” He demanded. “Hell, I’m no queer.”

I glanced up into his big green eyes. “Let me suck it” I said.

The old man stared down at me without answering, as though he was thinking over my request.

“Please.” I said, trembling with excitement.

“I ain’t no queer.” He repeated but this time his voice was soft and carried a sexual charge. And he reached down at grabbed his thick dick and pulled the foreskin back over the huge head of his dick. “I got a big dick head too.” He said with a hint of pride in his voice. “A big dick for an old man, isn’t it?”

“Huge!” I told him. “Just let me kiss it.” I pleaded as I leaned forward.

I expected the old man to protest but as my lips moved closer and closer to his huge dick head he held his position. Then my moist lips touched the big head of his dick. The old man moaned. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and managed somehow to take his big dick head entirely inside my mouth.

“Oh! GOD!” He exclaimed when I started sucking gently on the head of his dick. “Hell, that feels wonderful.” He added as he suddenly reached down and grabbed me behind the head with his huge, weathered hands. Then he was suddenly pulling my face toward his crotch and forcing his monster, swelling dick down my throat. “Take it. You wanted it. Now take that whole damn thing!” He said in an almost angry voice.

I had no choice. It was swallow the old man’s monster dick or choke. I guess it was desire to please the old man that cause me to a swallow a dick bigger than I had ever been able to handle before. Somehow I managed to take inch after inch of his thick dick down my throat until my lips were pressed against his dark pubic hairs.

He held my face to his crotch until I gagged before he pulled my head back. Then he started moving my mouth up and down his thick dick shaft as he fucked my mouth like he was fucking his wife’s pussy.

I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as the old man repeatedly shoved it down my throat and pulled it quickly back out.

“Damn, this is hot! Shit your mouth is better than a pussy.” The old man called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. “Get ready. I’m going to unload! Damn! Here it comes!”

Then suddenly the old man pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his huge load of white cum onto my face as he held my head in front of his squirting dick.

His load of cum was dripping down my chin when he released me and stepped back. He glanced down at me and wasn’t smiling as he quickly pulled his jockey shorts up and followed that motion by putting back on his beige shorts.

I quickly reached into my back pocket of my shorts and pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the cum off my face as I got to my feet. “Guess I should be going.” I said as I cleaned the last drops of cum from my chin.

“Yea, I got things to do and my wife will be here shortly.” The old man said still glaring at me with a suddenly unfriendly stare.

“Ok, see you.” I said as I headed toward the door. The old man didn’t respond as I hurried out of his apartment. As soon as I was inside my apartment, I pulled my dick out and started jacking off while stand in front of my picture window. And as I pumped my dick with my hand, the old man came out of his apartment and again began to survey his patio. Then he looked over at my apartment and saw me standing in front of the window jacking off.

I expected him to turn away but he didn’t. He stood his ground and watched as I manipulated my long foreskin back and forth over the head of my dick. Knowing that he was watching, filled me with such excitement that I quickly shoot off. As the old man watched, I caught my load of cum in my hand. He watched my white sperm pooled up into a mass of white liquid in the palm of my hand. Then with him still watching, I reached up with my palm coated with my own cum and smeared it all over my face and then licked what was still sticking to my palm clean with my tongue. And all the while the old man stood there watching until I finally felt a rush of shame and walked away from the window.