Mittwoch, 27. April 2016

The Outsider

The words seem to come from God “Queer!” as they echoed from above. I glanced up at the tall grain elevator knowing the source of the name calling immediately. The source was the top of the grain elevator, but I didn’t know who. It could be my next door neighbor as he managed the grain elevator, or the young guy that cut my grass, he worked in the grain elevator, or someone that I had never seen that had heard the rumors that I was gay.

“I’m going on seventy and I don’t need this crap.” I said out loud as I climbed into my old tan colored Olds. Like me the car was beyond its prime and need to be retired. “I guess I should sale the bookstore and head to Fort Lauderdale. There I’ll just be one queer among many.” I said and chuckled at calling myself queer to keep from crying.

I glanced in the rearview mirror. My while hair was thinning to the point that if I didn’t comb it over from the side I would be totally bald on the top of my head. My jowls were sagging with age and the fine age lines had long since turned to deep wrinkles on my round face. Yet, my smile was still fresh and my green eyes still sparkled in spite of my advancing years.

Sometimes I found myself wondering why I have bothered coming back to my hometown of Roelyn, Iowa to live in the house where I was born and raised beside the towering grain elevator only ten miles from Fort Dodge, Iowa. Why I had struggled for fifteen years to develop the best bookstore in Iowa in a town too small to support it. “Guess, I was and still am a dreamer.” I mumbled as I turned onto the paved county road leading to Fort Dodge like a straight dark line pained down the middle of an endless green corn field.

I tried not to think of Rich. But I couldn’t keep thoughts of him for surfacing. Killed by a senseless motor cycle accident eight months ago at the age of thirty-six. I sighed. I never knew just how much I love that uneducated farm boy from Alabama until he was ripped form my life. Heck, now I realized he was my life. Yes, he wasn’t perfect. I knew he slept around behind my back, but with such a wide age difference, I just let it go knowing that he loved me.

A tear rolled down my right check as I remembered just how often he would tell me that he loved me and how I had never once in our fifteen years together had ever told him that I loved him. But how could I do that. How could I tell another man that I loved him when I didn’t consider myself gay, a fag, a queer?! Well it took his death for me to realize that I was all of those things. And also to realize just how much of an outsider I was in the very town where I was born.

As I drove across the Des Moines river into Fort Dodge, I suddenly realize that I no longer looked forward to going to work at the bookstore. The sight of the orange and green store front on at 710 Central Avenue with the sign “Wigdahl Bookfinders” hanging proudly over the door no longer filled me with pride. Yes, I had built the store into the best private bookstore in Iowa, but lost my soul in the process. I had spent so much time bring my dream to reality that I had neglected the very person that had made it possible. His humor, endless energy and love had allowed me to concentrate on building up the bookstore. Now, I realized as I turned into the alley beside the bookstore and stopped in front of the garage door, that it all didn’t matter without Rich.

I was just closing the door of the garage when someone called out. “Sorry to hear about Rich.”

I paused and glanced into the alley. There stood a man even older than me. I knew him and had since I was a child growing up in Roelyn. His name was Sven and like me he was of Norwegian decent. He came in the bookstore to chat with me once a month or so. I always though he was handsome. Unlike me he wasn’t over weight. He was slim and muscular for his advanced age and had the most beautiful blue eyes that I had ever seen.

“Yes, it’s been difficult running the bookstore without him.” I said. “How are things with you, Sven?” I asked.

“Oh, lonely as usual. You know living by yourself isn’t any fun especially when you get older.” Sven said.

“I’m beginning to realize that more and more with each passing day.” I answered.

“Yes, but at least you had some good years with Rich.” Sven said.

I stiffened as I quickly understood what he was hinting at.

“And I’ve never had anybody.”

I didn’t know what to say. Here an acquaintance that I had know since my childhood was subtlety telling me that he knew that I was gay.

Sven cleared his throat. “Frank, I always admired you, even when we were kids.” He said speaking quickly as thought afraid the words wouldn’t come out. “I . . . mean. I really liked you.”

“Why thanks, Sven.” I found myself saying. “And I’ve always liked you too.”

“Really!” The old man’s blue eye lite up in sudden excitement. “Would you come over to my place tonight?” I asked.

“Well, Sven, I don’t close the bookstore until 10:00 tonight.” I answered and found myself wishing that I could just walk over and hug the old man. I thought we both need a hug.

“That’s all right. I could fix you a snack and maybe we could have a glass of wine together.”

“Yes, that would be nice, very nice.” I said smiling and nodding my head. “You still live on your parent’s farm between here and Roelyn?” I asked.

“Yes, still there.”

“Well, it’s right on my way home. How about 10:30 tonight as it takes me a while to do the book work.”

“Sure thing!” Sven spoke up excitedly. “That would be great, Frank. See you then.” He said and hurried away as though he was fearful that I might suddenly change my mind.

All through the day my thoughts were on Sven. I felt flashes of guilt that I was thinking of another man with Rich less than a year gone form my life. But I couldn’t help myself. My short thick dick even got rock hard several times as I stood behind the cash register between customers thinking about the old blue-eyed Norwegian. I even found myself wondering if he had a dick as big as Rich’s had been.

Later when I drove up to the old farm house where Sven lived, I was so excited that my hands were trembling as I parked my car. I knocked on the door and waited anxiously, getting a sudden hard on as I stood in front of the door.

“Great! Thanks for coming by.” Sven said as he opened the door.

I couldn’t answer. He was completely naked! My eyes zeroed in on his crotch as though they had a will of their own. My green eyes widened at the sight of his monster pecker hanging limp between his hairy legs like a huge Polish sausage. The darn thing looked too big to reach around and the foreskin cover head of his enormous dick reached impossibly close to his knees. I couldn’t do any thing but stare down at the old blue-eyed Norwegian’s crotch.

“Sorry, I thought you knew that I’m a nudist.” Sven said, but didn’t try to hide his nakedness from me as he stepped aside. “Come on in, Frank.”

Somehow I managed to get my suddenly weak legs to respond and walked past him and into the living room. “Nothing wrong with being naked in your own home.” I finally said in a shaky voice. “I sleep naked. Guess it not much different.” I added lamely.

“Oh, I just can’t stand clothes. I get naked ever chance I get. I even do my plowing naked. Love sitting atop that big tractor completely naked. Hell, it gets me so turned on, I sometime jack off right then and there, especially if some of my neighbors stop by to chat while I’m out on the tractor. They know I work naked but they still flag me down sometimes to chat. Just last week old man Oliver, of all people, stopped me as I was turning around at the end of the corn row where my property meets his. And damn if that church going old Lutheran didn’t pull out his pecker right in front of me and start pissing as we were chatting. And I just reached down between my legs and pulled up my old white snake and jacked off in front of him. And damn if he didn’t just keep chatting with me like nothing was going on until I shot off.” Sven said as he reached down and pulled his long enormous pecker up in a demonstration.

I took a deep breath as excitement flash through me like an electric shock. I suddenly felt like I didn’t really know the old man standing beside me although I had known him since we were kids. Never once when he was visiting me in the bookstore had he ever hinted off being an exhibitionist or even gay.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off.?” The old Norwegian said. When I just stood there looking dumb fuddled. He added. “You know like you take off your shoes when you enter a Japanese house. Here you take off your clothes.”

“Yea . . . I understand.” I said but still hesitated.

“Come on Frank. Don’t be shy with me. I’ve been wanting to see you naked ever since you came back to Iowa.”

I found myself blushing. I had never done something so exotic before. I was embarrassed, both from my over weight body and my undersized dick. But the eager looked on the old Norwegian’s face gave me courage. “Well if you want to see an overweight, small dick, old man naked, then here goes.” I finally said as I took my suit coat of and then undid my tie.

Sven moved over to the sofa and took a seat as he watched me undress. And as he looked on he started masturbating openly in front of me. I couldn’t believe that he was doing that, but I was so excited that it over rode my shyness. When I pulled down my jockey shorts, my short thick dick sprung up so hard that it caused my big watery balls to bounce up and down.

“You’re beautiful.” Sven said as he stroked his impossibly long thick dick. “And look at your huge balls.”

“And you are totally blind.” I said but felt a warm sensation flow through my body at his praise. “I’m over weight and my dick looks like a ten-year-old boy’s dick beside yours.” I added.

Then suddenly the old Norwegian was down on his knees in front of me jacking his enormous pecker hard and fast as he looked up at me. “You are beautiful!” He said and then he closed his mouth around my dick.

“Oh me!” I cried out as the old man’s warm wet tongue began to massage my short fat dick as he held my entire dick in his mouth. “That feels wonderful!” I added as my knees suddenly grew so weak that I feared that I was going to fall. They did bend slightly as the old man tongued the tip of my circumcised peter.

“I’ve got to fuck you!” The old Norwegian said suddenly pulling his mouth away from my dick. “Turn around!” He ordered in a loud manly voice that I found myself compelled to obey. “Now bend that moon white ass over.” He added.

Even though I felt humiliated at showing my asshole to the old man, I couldn’t stop myself from doing as he ordered. I bent over exposing my asshole to him. And suddenly felt his wonderful warm wet tongue flicking against my asshole. I moaned. Although Rich had fuck me many, many times, he had never rimmed my ass. GOD! It felt wonderful. But the old man didn’t stop with just licking my asshole, suddenly I felt his snakelike tongue wiggling its way inside my asshole.

The sudden rush of pleasure caused by the old man’s tongue as it entered me almost made me faint. Suddenly I was hunching his tongue involuntarily. And in response the old man just drove his snaking tongue even deeper inside my asshole. Then he started turning and twisting it. I almost lost my mind.

I was so hot that when he told me to get down on my all fours, I did so immediately. It only dawned on me what he was going to do when suddenly I felt the head of his huge pecker pressing against my saliva dripping asshole. He entered me. I cried out. The pain was unbearable. I tried to pull my chubby ass away from him, but the old man held me in place as thought I was no more than a child. He speared me with his enormous long fat dick. I felt like a pig having a stake driven up his asshole.

The pain of something so enormous entering me caused me to titter on the brink of fainting as inch after fat inch of dick was forced inside of me until I was totally filled up with the old man’s huge dick. But then as he slowly pulled it out of until only the enormous head of his dick was left inside me, the pain turned to pleasure. Even when he plunged his long fat dick impossibly deep into me, I felt more pleasure than pain.

Then Sven was fucking me so hard and fast that I could hardly breathe. I calloused on the floor. The old Norwegian fell on top of me driving his huge pecker ever farther inside of me. He fucked me and fucked me until I lost all track of time. I was almost senseless when he finally pulled his huge dick out of me and rolled me over. He shot off on my face. It should have felt disgusting. It didn’t. I suddenly found myself enjoying the gushing of his thick white sperm onto my face.

I reached down to masturbate, but the old man brushed my hand from my dick as he slipped down between my legs and once again took my short fat dick into his mouth. He had me so hot that I immediately shot off in Sven’s mouth. He swallowed my load and then used his tongue and mouth to suck out the last few drops.

“That was wonderful.” Sven told me as he set on the floor beside me. “Sex with you was better than I have ever visualized it would be over all these years.”

“Thanks.” I said suddenly feeling my usual shy demeanor returning. “I could use a towel to clean up my face.” I requested.

“Leave it. You look great with my load of cum running down your face. Please leave the cum on.” The old man pleaded.

“Sure.” I shocked myself by saying.

“I want to sit across the table form you and watch you eating with my load of cum dripping from your queer face.”

For the first time in my life I suddenly didn’t resent being called a queer.

“Yes, I am a queer.” I mumbled. “And I’ll always be one.”

Mittwoch, 13. April 2016

Doctors Orders

The last appointment! Friday was nearly over at last. This had been a hell of a week, and I was anxious for the weekend to start. I'm a doctor, a urologist to be exact. Yeh, I know what they say, 'he's a dick doc'! My name is Jim Morris, and I'm 53 years old, six feet even, and weigh 172. I've been divorced for almost ten years, and wanted to retire by now, but the divorce decree stopped those plans. And, oh yeh, I love cocks! Figures doesn't it. During my 25 years of practice I estimate that I have conservatively seen at least 15,000 pricks. All sizes, shapes, and colors.

I picked up the folder of my last patient of the day. I glanced through it quickly looking for the notes my assistant had taken during the telephone interview after booking the appointment. Her notes were readable, a vice I didn't have. Oh shit! A new patient! That meant an extended session as I noted that he needed a consultation and initial exam. Crap! There went any chance of getting out of her at a reasonable time. Don't get me wrong, I love my work. It is satisfying to know that you actually could make many men healthy again. Sometimes you weren't so lucky. During the years I had my share of being the one to discover penile or testicular cancer. Most survived, thankfully, but a few didn't. If men weren't so stubborn about putting off seeing a doctor when they know something is wrong, many lives could be saved. Not to mention their nuts!

The file said that Mr. Jerald Gibbons was 60 years old, had just moved to town within the last month, was divorced, and had excellent insurance. In big letters she had written that he answered to the name "Red", and not to call him Mr. Gibbons or Jerald. I smiled, obviously Cindy, my assistant, had made that mistake. I nodded to myself, committing the name to memory. I liked getting to know my patients, and was not one of those stuffy docs that tried to impress people with all their degrees and years of training. The only other entry was a note that she had a feeling that 'Red' didn't feel comfortable talking to her, and that she really hadn't gotten much personal information from him about whether or not there was something wrong or just a new patient wanting to establish roots by picking out his doctor in a new town.

A soft knock on my office door startled me a little. Cindy popped her head in and informed me that the last patient of the day was in Exam Room 2. It was straight up five o'clock and he was right on time. Putting on my white lab coat and straightening my tie, I told Cindy that she and the staff could go on home, that I would close up. She looked relieved and thanked me, saying she was just finishing up Exam Room 1. She hoped I had a good weekend and was gone. This wasn't a fancy big city office, just a staff of three and myself. I had nearly 100 regular patients, most of them my age or older, many of them with Diabetes. Now there's a real sneaky disease. It just sneaks up on you and you continually get worse if not treated. If it smacked you right in the face and forced you to bed maybe more people would take care of it,or control it at least. I hoped Jerald 'Red' Gibbons wasn't a new Diabetic patient.

After a short walk down the hall, I knocked boldly on the door and entered the exam room. He sat on the cold, black vinyl of the exam table, his hands folded across his lap. My first impression was that he looked very healthy. He was not overweight, I didn't see any cigarettes in the breast pocket of his polo style shirt, and he had the look of someone who took care of himself with regular exercise. Strolling up to him, I extended my hand to him.

"I'm Dr. Morris, but you call me doc or Jim, in fact just about anything will do. I'm glad you chose me to be your doctor!"

He took my hand and shook it firmly. He appeared to be studying me as if this was some kind of try out for me. I must have passed.

"I'll be damned! I go by 'Red', and it's nice to meet a doc who knows how to shake a man's hand." His remarks seemed to be directed to himself more than me.

"How can I help you Red?" I asked casually.

I liked him already. No pretense here, just a man who needed a doctor I guessed. He told me some things I already knew. He explained that he was new in town, and that he felt a man his age needed a urologist he could depend on. I nodded and let him continue. He was a grandfather to three boys. I looked up from my note taking, a little surprised. I didn't hear that story often. I felt that he needed someone to talk to as much as needing a Urologist, so I asked about the boys. He bowed his head slightly and said that his son and daughter-in-law had been killed in boating accident. He was the only family the boys had left except their grandmother, his ex-wife who lived 3000 miles away. He caught me glancing at my watch. Damn! I hadn't meant to do that! Just a bad habit I had I guess. He looked up again, this time directly into my eyes!

"Doc, I think I may be wasting your time and mine both. I don't think I should even be here. It's just that my penis has been acting strange lately!"

I smiled to myself. He said the word 'penis' as if it were in a foreign language. That was obviously not the name he usually used for that part of his anatomy.

"Just tell me about it."

"Look doc, I'm not as educated as you, and I don't know all the fancy names for all the parts, and this whole damn thing is making me real nervous!"

I had seen this type reaction a million times, the type reaction that indicates that they feel uncomfortable around any doctor. Somehow, as doctors, we weren't considered to be one of the boys. I knew there was something really bothering him and I had to get Red loosened up so he would tell me the whole story. Through many years of working with men, I had learned the secret a long time ago.

I stood and put a hand on his shoulder. I noticed he was wringing his hands and almost trembling as he spoke. I admired his body. He was in good shape, that was obvious. I also saw something else. He had a really nice crotch basket hidden beneath his golf shorts! He was showing about 4 inches. Now,was he a 'shower" or a 'grower'? I intended to find out soon enough!

"Well, Red, I'm sure as hell not in to fancy words either. Now what the hell is wrong with your cock, or prick, or just plain old dick anyway? Just talk to me as if you and I were a couple of old farts that had known each other a hundred years!" He smiled and laughed at the same time. The tension was broken. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"My fucking cock gets hard around my grandsons, and I don't know what to do about it! I think I'm becoming a pervert!"

Being a Urologist you learn to be a little bit of a sex counselor and educator too. I deal with sexual dysfunction on a daily basis. That's a major part of my job. Sexuality is both mental and physical I explained to Red. I suggested that we try and eliminate the physical aspect of his problem. I had him take off his pants and underwear and lean back on his elbows as I examined him. Surprisingly, he did it without pause or concern. I was right again. There on the table lay a real nice 4 inch slab of uncircumcised dick.

"Tell me more about your grandsons Red, and don't worry, I need to examine you, but when you leave here you'll still have your cock!" I remarked as I picked it up by the shaft and started to examine him closely.

I found out that his grandsons were 20, 19, and 18, and that he had sold his place in Florida so that he could keep the boys together in familiar surroundings. He missed his golf buddies, and hadn't met many people yet. I could tell he was very lonely.

"They tease me doc! They run around the house all the time half naked! Their nipples showing and their cute little butts just barely covered! I gave up smoking cigarettes 20 years ago, but now I find myself sneaking out on the patio for a cigar all the time when the boys are in bed! I sure could use a cigar right now! I tell myself I just do it to calm down, but damn they do taste good!"

"I know what you mean! I'm a closet cigar smoker too!" I announced, as I felt his meat starting to swell. It was up to 5 inches now and starting to thicken too.

"No shit?!"

"No shit! Here, take one of mine, I hope you like it!" I said, taking one from the leather case I keep in my shirt pocket and handing it to Red.

"I see you like 'em real thick doc! You like 'em about 6-7 inches long too I see. There's something about a 54 ring cigar this length that just feels right when it's stuck in your mouth! Right Doc?"

Both our cocks jumped instantly. For a moment I considered that he was coming on to me. I still wasn't sure as I saw and felt his cock really beginning to swell. If he only knew I was sprouting a good size boner too!

"What else do the boys do Red? Seems pretty harmless to me so far."

"That's what I thought too at first. Figured it was just that I wasn't getting any pu....I mean, uhh, not having sex since I got here and all, that was all there was to it, but I was wrong."

"Red, if you're used to getting pussy regularly and all of a sudden it's not there anymore, your mind and body will do strange things to make up for it. By the way, your foreskin seems a little tight." I said, trying to act casual, as I slowly slid his skin up and down the now 7 inch shaft.

How big was this sucker going to get? My cock began to leak in my underwear as I considered the possibilities. I could almost swear that I heard Red moan slightly.

"Grant, that's the oldest boy, runs around naked all the time, his hairy cock flopping in the breeze! He'll stand there and stoke his nearly 9 inch prick while he says were all men here so why should he have to get dressed up for us! It's probably good that he does go naked because every pair of underwear is yellowed with cum stains! He smokes too, hell, all the boys do, they say their dad knew about it. I asked him why he started and he said he liked to smoke a cigarette after he fucked one of his girl friends! Last week I was putting some socks in his drawer and I found a 10 inch dildo. He walked in about that time, saw me staring at it, and said I could borrow it if I wanted to!"

I gulped hard as Red grew another inch.

"The other two, Justin and Jake, figure if Grant can get away with this kind of shit so can they! Hell fire! I've even started running around bare ass naked!"

Red was on a roll, so I let him continue. Besides my mouth was dry as cotton. Precum oozed from the uncovered cockhead and slid down the shaft as I raised his cock straight up to check his furry balls.

"Uhm, doc! Shit man! I didn't know an exam would feel this good!" he laughed and groaned at the same time. "Damn, I could sure smoke a cigar right now! Can't you just taste that fragrant smoke rolling around in your mouth?"

"Just relax, I'll be done before too long.

"Take your time Jim, take your time!" He was using my first name now I noticed. He must be feeling more comfortable about talking.

"Justin, he's the middle one, gets calls from girls all the time. I overheard him telling some little gal with big tits that he had brought over to the house a few times that he really liked eating her pussy, especially after he had just cum in her! He always waits until I'm in the bathroom, and then he walks in holding his 7 incher telling me he needs to piss! Kid cusses like a fucking sailor. I don't know where the hell he got that!"

Funny, but I had a pretty good idea.

"He can't go wee-wee or peepee, or even pee, hell no, this shit for brains has got to piss! Fuck Jim! I'm sorry man, but my cock is gonna get hard here real soon! It feels like it's on fire!"

"Don't worry about it Red. Happens to damn near everybody,it's only natural."

Red was at 8-1/2 inches and beginning to slow down. The top of my right hand was soaked in his clear liquid as I massaged his nuts with my left hand. He spasmed as I rolled his thick balls between my fingers. First the right one, then the left one, and then both together. I hoped he couldn't see the wet spot in my suit pants as I really worked him over. I shifted my hips slightly to pull the front of my lab coat over the growing ooze spot.

"No sign of hernias, that's good!" I remarked clinically, hating to release his thick, furry family jewels. "You haven't told me anything about Jake, I take it he's the good one?"

"Good one my ass! He finds every reason on earth to run around naked too! What's more he's always 'accidentally' dropping something in front of me so that he can bend over and show me his little asshole! Would you believe he has thick hair around that pink little rosebud?!" Red exclaimed, sounding proud.

I hated to, but I was forced to release his swollen prong for a minute to write down my findings on his chart. I made sure to keep my back to him so that he wouldn't see how aroused I had become. Dammit, now I needed a cigar bad too!

"Didn't mean to make you stop Jim." Red said, smiling.

"Oh, you didn't, and now for the best part!" I said, smiling back as I snapped on a new pair of rubber gloves. "Gotta check your prostate gland old buddy! When's the last time you had a PSA test done?"

"More than a year ago. I figured you'd get to that sooner or later, dammit!" Red whinned, in a not too convincing voice.

"You know the drill, get up on all fours and spread your legs apart for me."

Again surprising me, he quickly raised himself, getting on his hands and knees effortlessly. He turned his head to the side as he lay against his folded arms. I now stood directly behind him as I prepared to lubricate his ass! The view was merely magnificent! I was distrated by two hairy balls hanging low, almost touching the vinyl! I could only see part of his cock as it tried hard to slap against his taut, firm stomach.

"You'd never guess what Jakey did Tuesday morning! I was taking a shower when in walks our little hero and stands at the pot facing the toilet. He acts like he doesn't even know that I'm there. The little shit takes his cock in his hand and starts to jack off right there, not 5 feet away from me! In just a few seconds he's hard as a fucking rock! I turn off the shower and open the glass doors to make some noise just in case he's still so sleepy that he really doesn't know I'm there. He looks over to me and smiles and continues fisting his good sized monster until he begins to moan, throws his head back slightly, and starts to shoot 5 or 6 thick ropes of cum down into the toilet!"

I stuck my finger right into his rectum with no warning. He grunted with surprise from my sneak attack.

"Sorry Red, guess I should of warned you first!"

"That's OK Jim, didn't hurt, just surprised me!"

"Kinda sounds like Jake surprised you too!" I laughed as I probed his bowels, searching for the magic spot.

"I gotta tell you something else. I was standing there in my birthday suit, cock harder that a railroad spike, with the door wide open. I'm looking at him and he's smiling at me. I mean I'm totally shocked. Jakey makes a big production of milking off a final good sized wad into his hand and turns to face me. He bring his cum soaked palm up to his mouth, snakes his tongue out, and eats it right in front of me! Fuck Jim, what would you have done?" Red asks, beginning to moan now.

He knows I can hear him and doesn't care anymore. Neither do I. I can see precum dripping from his lust engorged cock in a steady stream down onto the vinyl.

"If you want to know the truth, I probably would have shot my wad right about then!" I confessed, inserting a second and then a third finger into his colon.

"Well, at least you're honest! You say you would have done it, but I'm ashamed to say that I did it! Thankfully, I had enough sense to pull the door closed enough to not cum all over the boy! I know he could see my ball juice splattering against the inside glass though. He just stared, never saying a word, and then left." Red exclaimed, his breathing labored.

With just a little more effort, I probably could of gotten my whole fist up inside there! The idea made my cock twitch spasmodically and my body shudder. I had to get control of myself.

"That's it! All done!" I said, snapping off the rubber gloves and throwing them away. I couldn't wait to get back in my office, light a cigar, lean back, and jack off a big, thick, creamy wad of my own!

"So what is it Jim? Is there something wrong with my cock, or am I just a dirty old pervert?!"

"You can get dressed now, and Red, if you want my opinion you've got to realize that my training is in Medicine not Psychiatry. I can tell you this though, with a medical certainty, there's nothing wrong with your dick, in fact, any man would want that dick!"

Suddenly it dawned on me that I hadn't said that exactly the way I had meant to. Or maybe I had!

"Ya think maybe I should see a shrink?"

"If you think that would help, you should make an appointment. I'm sure I can get a referral for you. You've got good insurance, so that shouldn't be a factor when you're making a decision."

"So what do you think is wrong?" Red asked cautiously, returning to his sitting position on the edge of the table. I noticed that he was still very hard and erect, and I could see his cock bob up and down as blood coursed through it. I also noted that he had turned to face me directly, and, he was making no effort to dress.

"Well, Red, you're just very horney!" I laughed.

"Horney? Is that all?"

"Could be! Think about it for a minute! You're not getting any pussy, so I assume you're forced to jack off a lot, and we both know thats no fun after a while. Remember, I'm divorced too! You need some other way to release your sexual tension than just beating off! Deep down you're afraid that you'll have sex with the boys, but even that sounds like a whole lot more fun than just fisting yourself! Look at your cock right now! The bastard is throbbing like a son of a bitch!"

"Shit, Jim, I know it! It hurts when it gets this hard!"

"Tell you what. I'm going down to my office and light us both a good cigar. You can stay in here and jack that big, beautiful donkey dick off, and when you're finished we'll go have a few drinks, smoke our cigars, and have a good steak dinner. How's that sound?"

"Are those your orders doc? You want me to jack the musky cum right out of these old balls? You're sure right about one thing! I gotta blow my nuts right away, but do you have to leave for me to do that?"

Now he really surprised me. My cock was about to explode. Even my lab coat couldn't hide the tent I was making.

"If it will help you out, I'll stay and watch you cum!"

"Great! I gotta better idea though. I don't want you to watch me cum, I want you to help me make this snake spit!"

I shuddered at his words. I was very near an orgasm and knew if he said one more thing I would fill my suit pants with the biggest load of spunk ever!

"If that's what you want, I'll do it! What do you want me to do?!"

"First thing, show me your cock! Second thing, do anything you want to, and here's the big favor I need Jim!" he said meekly. I approached him, fell to my knees, and grabbed his blood engorged prick, it was now at least 9 inches long and starting to grow again.

"And what would that be!" I asked, lowering my lips over his slimy cock head. My breathing was ragged and shallow, I hadn't been this aroused in years! His cock pulsed in my mouth as I pushed him gently to force him to lay back on the table.

"Would you fuck my ass with that big, man sized cock you've been trying to hide ever since I got here?"

I swirled my tongue around his cockhead and then slid down slowly, nibbling as I went. After only a few trips up and down his shaft, I felt him tense, as his cock thickened one final time. Quickly sliding back up his thick shaft, I arrived at his cockhead and clamped on firmly, but gently, and held on for dear life! His cock spasmed and pulsed wave after wave of thick sperm through the shaft and in to my waiting mouth. I gulped quickly as I tried to guide his slimy cum down my throat. Finally, he was done and shook violently as I literally sucked the last of his sperm from his balls. I stood before him now, cum still on my lips and chin. I held him down so that he remained laying prone on the table. I grabbed his legs and pulled his ass off the table.

"Let me get your cock sloppy wet for you! I need to taste it!"

He sucked for a few moments and then I pulled off gently. This isn't where I wanted to cum. At least not this first time. And, yes, I knew there would be more times ahead. Raising his legs up to my shoulders, I lined up my prick and sank it to the root in one savage plunge. He was ready. His moan was nearly a sob. Red tossed his head from side to side, a combination of pain and ecstacy.

"Oh, fuck, doc! Do you make house calls? I got some boys that could really use one of your exams too!!"

"Let's take care of this hot ass of yours and have a cigar first!!"

His ass looked almost like a pussy! He had a pouty ring around his reddish-purple hole that reminded me very much of pussy lips. A nice crop of hair surrounded his puckered opening and spread out over his ass cheeks. I wasn't going to be easy on Red, in fact, I planned on plowing this hot ass royally. I just stared as I watched my cock plunge in and out. My cock isn't huge by any means, a little over 6-1/2 inches, but I prided myself on quality. When you've stroked and poked as many men as I have, you learn what makes a man feel good. I knew what would make me feel good too! Stretched until it hurt, my circumcised prick rejoiced at the sensations it was receiving. It had been quite a while since I had been a participant in a good butt fuck, and I reminded myself not to wait so long next time.

My cockhead pulsed out a seemingly never ending river of slick juice. I loved smearing my juice all over his hairy hole as it reacted with small spasms. Slowly this time, I eased the head into the ring. It parted easily as I held just the head inside. His muscle clamped down, trying to draw me into the heat of his colon. The friction on my sensitive cock head made me shiver as if I were cold. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was hot. My balls ached as the cum began to build up, screaming for release. I knew I wouldn't last too long this first time, I was just too worked up. I began working my tool slowly in and out, trying to savor every second of the sensation we were giving each other.

"You better say something now buddy, because if you don't say otherwise I'm gonna spray about two quarts of my cigar cum right out your ears!"

"Aw fuck, Jim! DO IT!!!! Spray me with your jism! Fill me up and make it run out my asshole! I wanna feel your stud cock all swelled up inside, filling me with thick, hot cigar cum!!!!!!!!"

Pounding us both with reckless abandon, my hips lurched forward, thrusting my prick into him time after time. The room was filled with the smell of our sex as my balls slapped his hairy ass cheeks. Red was jacking his big cock as I continued to abuse his manly ass! The room started to spin a little as my cum boiled out, splattering itself inside his blazing inferno.

Red and I relaxed in my office, letting thick clouds of cigar smoke work their way toward the ceiling. Neither of us said anything at first, there wasn't much to say. We were both adults and knew exactly what we had done. Neither of us regretted what had happened, at least I didn't. In fact, I wanted more. Red was a soul mate now. I watched him as he rolled the cigar in his mouth, his face relaxed and full of satisfaction. He drew in two small puffs and then took a deep draw, filling his lungs. He was right, he was hooked again! Cigars will do that to you. He slowly released the smoke through his nose, totally at ease. Slowly he brought his eyes off the ceiling and turned to me.

"Seriously Jim, what am I gonna do about the boys? It can't go in like this!"

I rolled the ash of my Santa Damiana #500 Robusto into the large crystal ashtray and watched the ash being crushed by my cigar into a fine powder.

"Ya got lots of options. First of all, stop thinking of them as boys, there men you know! You could do nothing, and just assume that this is just some stage they are going through and hope it will change soon for one thing!!" I remarked, watching his face for a reaction.

He said nothing in return.

"Or you could do a little sexual teasing of your own and see what happens next. They'll probably be as confused as you are, and I'm betting they'll snap out of this when they understand that it's no fun being teased this way."

"What kinda teasing are we talking about here?"

"Have they ever seen you with a hard on?"


"Then they've never seen you jacking off either I'll bet!"

"Yeh, you're right."

"How come Red? The sight of that big, hairy slab of meat would scare the hell out of any kid!"

"Does kinda sound like fun!" Red remarked, smiling lewdly.

His mind was a million miles away as he gazed into space. I could just image the images going through his mind. He was inhaling and exhaling, thick, aromatic clouds that enveloped his head and face.

"Damn right! What if one or more of the boys caught you masturbating that thick log. I'll bet that grandson of yours will stop teasing if he walks in on you in the bathroom while your jacking off and you cum all over his face!"

"Maybe you're right. maybe they're just trying to convince me that they're not little boys anymore. With the cocks those boys have, nobody would accuse them of being kids!"

"You like seeing their hard cocks don't you?" I laughed, exhaling a deep lung full of smoke. My body absorbed the deep nicotine hit, giving me an instant buzz.

"Yes!! It makes me so hot and hard!"

"Well, shit, tell them that! Make it sound like you can't be responsible if they keep up this behavior. They have to know what it's doing to you!"

"You're right about that! I don't know what will happen!"

"Bull shit Red, we both know what will happen. There will be a whole lot of sucking and fucking going on over there, and you'll be right in the middle of everything!"

"I know, but I get so horney laying in that bed, Jim. I lay there with my eyes closed and my hand around my hard, throbbing cock and I can just see one of my own grandkids slurping the creamy cum right out of my balls, or me fucking one of those cute butts!"

We were both getting really worked up again. I knew we had to stop right now or we would be right back into some heavy sex. That sounded great, but I reminded my self that it had been almost eight hours since I last ate.

"I can't tell you what to do Red, but the four of you need to make something work here. Either it's back to being as normal family as you can, or buddy, anything goes!"

We sat silently, smoking our cigars, each thinking about the consequences of my last statement. it was true though,they, or at least Red, had to make some kind of decision soon. I was glad I wasn't in his position. It was easy to give someone else advise.

"Do you think the two older boys are really as sexually active as they claim?"

"I wouldn't be surprised! With cocks like theirs, word gets around!" Red remarked, leaning forward and rolling off his own ash.

"Would it bother you if they really were getting as much pussy as they claim?"

"Shit no! I'd be jealous maybe, but it wouldn't bother me!"

"Then you wouldn't make them quit?"

"Nope! I might tell them that they gotta set grandpa up for some of that young nookie though!"

We both laughed at that. Red made it sound like a joke, but I wondered. Why not share their girlfriends with their grandpa?

"Do they know about birth control? Do you find rubbers in their room? Are their girlfriends at least on the pill? Are they doing any kind of drugs? You've got to find out you know." I lectured, seriously.

"I know, I know, but it's just so damn hard for me. I couldn't talk about things like that without getting a hard on, and then the boys would know that I'm just an old pervert!"

"Or that you're a wonderful granddad and father figure that loves them and doesn't want them to make big mistakes in their life." I reminded him.

He nodded his head in agreement. He did love them, that was obvious. It was also obvious that he really would have a difficult time talking to the boys.

Maybe I did need to make a house call!