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“Yes, he thought you did. I told him it was a natural thing between younger and older boys…..freshmen and seniors. Senior boys can be pretty intimidating to freshmen.”

“He was…that’s for sure. I worshipped all those muscles. I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be him; that’s the reason I started lifting weights. It’s no wonder he caught on; shit, I was probably drooling!”

“He said you seemed to have a hard time keeping your eyes above the waist a lot of times,” I said with a kind smile.

“He had the biggest cock I ever saw.”

“He still does,” I said.

He looked at me funny and I knew he was wondering how I knew. I wanted the meeting with Taylor to be an opportunity for them as much as Jason did. “I’m going to go out on a limb, here, Jason. I’m going to tell you something and we’ll each have a secret to hold for the other. I could see the wheels turning in your head; you were wondering how I know such intimate details about Taylor.”

“From giving him a physical, I guess,” he said.

“No, he was graduated before I came here,” I said. “He, uh…Taylor found me to be a satisfying substitute for his wife when she couldn’t handle him.”

Jason’s mouth slowly dropped and his eyes bugged out. I smiled, confirming what he was thinking.

“You mean…he…y-you had sex with him? He f-fucked you?”

I nodded, “He about fucked my brains out.”

“Oh, wow. You got fucked by Taylor Black! It’s too good to be true. I’m almost afraid to believe he would even go for anything like that.”

“Believe it. If you don’t, you can ask my ass. It still remembers,” I said laughing.

“Oh, man, that means there’s a chance…tonight, maybe…if I come with you—I’m coming for sure, now!” He was almost too excited to speak. And his hands were shaking as he pulled his shorts and jeans back up. “What time? he asked.

“Eight-thirty.”

“I’ll be there,” he said. He was about to leave when he paused, “Doc….now that we know about each other…do you think there’s a chance that you might be calling me for a more thorough exam?”

“Not here,” I said, “but we’ll talk about that later, after tonight. I would be afraid to give you a more thorough exam here, with people around.”

I was at Taylor’s house early. He was delighted when I told him that I had pretty much confirmed that he could pursue things with Jason. He asked me how I knew but I didn’t go into details. I pleaded professional confidentiality and told him to trust me.

He was nervous waiting for Jason to arrive. “I need a drink,” he said.

I got him a beer and he guzzled it down; not to enjoy it--he needed the buzz.

“Try to get him to drink a couple of beers, too, when he gets here,” he told me. “And I got this, just in case.” He took a bottle of poppers out of his pocket.

“Poppers on top of beer might be too much for him,” I said.

“Not for him; for me,” he said.

Taylor and I had already had two beers by the time Jason showed up. Taylor was too nervous even to go to the door so I answered it.

“Am I late?” Jason asked quietly.

“There was no set time carved in stone,” I said. I took him into the Living room where Taylor was slouched on the sofa.

“Hi, Taylor,” the younger said in his best voice.

“Hey, Jason, glad you could make it.” Taylor said as he leaned up to shake hands. I went to the kitchen to get Jason a beer but I could hear them talking.

“I’m surprised you remember me,” Jason said.

“Why?”

“You were a senior, I was a lowly freshman, I didn’t figure you noticed any of us freshmen.”

“Did you notice any of the freshmen when you were a senior?” he asked.

“Yes, but the tables were turned by that time,” he said.

I came back with the beer.

“Yeah, the tables were turned and the freshman guys were taking notice of you big senior studs, just like you did me,” Taylor said.

Jason blushed something awful. “I was hoping you didn’t notice that,” he said.

Was Taylor going to bring up the jockstraps, I wondered. That would most surely embarrass Jason. But if it helped break the ice, it would be worth the boy’s discomfort. I was surprised, then when Jason brought it up.

“Hey, I brought you something,” he said as he dug into his rear pockets.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything,” Taylor said.

“Yeah, I had to bring these back. I think these belong to you,” Jason said holding out a handful of jockstraps.

Taylor laid his head back and laughed. “So you were the one,” he exclaimed.

“I never thought I would have a chance to give ‘em back to you, or the guts,” Jason said. “I kept one, though. I hope that’s okay.” Taylor scowled at him as he took the jockstraps. “If you want it back, I’ll bring it to you, but I’d really like to keep it. I wear it all the time,” Jason went on.

“You can keep it. You can keep ‘em all,” he said, handing them back.

“No kidding? You’re not pissed at me?”

“I was at the time, but hell, it’s a pretty high compliment to know somebody wants your jockstraps that bad,” he said.

“Since you’re not pissed, Taylor, could I…would you autograph these for me?” Jason asked.

“Autograph them?”

“Yeah, with a black marker or something. It would mean a lot.”

Taylor shook his head in bewilderment as he got up to get a laundry marker. He leaned over the coffee table and carefully wrote his name in the waistband of each one and handed them back to Jason.

“Thanks, man. Thanks a lot,” Jason said, blushing.

“Sure, that’s okay, if they mean that much to you.”

“The only thing better would be to have a picture of you wearing one.”

Taylor was taken aback. “Well I guess that could be arranged,” he said.

“It could!? No kidding, you would pose in one of your jockstraps? But I didn’t bring my camera; I had no idea about any of this……”

“I think I’ve got some film,” Taylor said. He left to go get his camera.

“He’s going to pose for me,” Jason said excitedly.

Taylor came back with his camera and handed it to Jason. “There are Six exposures left on that roll.” He picked up the jockstraps. “Which one do you want me to wear?”

“The most worn,” he replied. “That one, it’s nice a ragged and real Dingy looking, like it’s been through the mill.”

Taylor looked around the room. “Let’s go upstairs in the hallway,” he said. We all went upstairs. Taylor went into his bedroom and started taking off his clothes. Jason was so anxious to go in the bedroom that he was practically dancing and he kept looking at me then at the bedroom door with that excited, questioning look on his boyish face.

“It’s not like you haven’t already seen him in he locker room,” I said. “So what the hell, we don’t have to wait out here.”

I wanted to see the big stud undress too, so Jason and I went in the Bedroom just as Taylor was pulling a jockstrap up around his butt.

“Aww, mannn,” Jason moaned when, looking at Taylor’s butt. “Awww, I want a picture of that.” Taylor laughed, looking over his shoulder. “Yeah, just like that. Hold that pose for me,” Jason said.

Taylor clenched his butt muscles for Jason to take the picture.

“God, you’ve got a great ass,” Jason said, “even better than I remembered.”

“You remembered my ass?” Taylor asked, laughing.

“I remembered everything about you; every ripple of every muscle.”

Taylor turned around. “Do you remember this?” he asked, hefting the heavy, bulging pouch of his jockstrap.

“Aww, you know it,” Jason said, his eyes glued to the bulging jock. He Took another picture and then his eyes raked up and down the man’s muscular body. “Do some muscle poses for me,” he said.

Taylor did several poses and Jason took two more pictures. “There’s one more pose I just gotta have,” Jason said. “You know what it is.”

“Yeah, would it be this?” Taylor asked as he shoved his jockstrap down and tucked the waistband under his balls. His cock hung out long and thick and heavy over his protruding balls.

Jason stood there, gaping quietly. “Geezusss!” he whispered finally. “Looks like it grew even more.”

“I guess I wasn’t done growing when I graduated,” Taylor observed.

“Godd, how big is it?”

“Do you mean now, or how big is it going to get if you keep standing There staring at it?” Taylor asked.

“Aww, I want one more of you hard…please?” Jason said.

“It might take a minute, and I might need some help,” Taylor said.

“Want me to help?” Jason asked incredulously.

“If you want to.”

Jason stepped up and wrapped his hand gingerly around the big cock. It swelled in his hand, growing longer through his fist and thicker, and harder, till it expanded beyond his fingers’ reach and stuck out two more fists in length.

“Holy shit! My Godd… I never seen such a big cock!”

“Better take the picture before the film melts in the camera,” I chided him.

“Here, I’ll take it of both of you,” I said, picking up the camera. I moved to several different angles and finally knelt down for a sweeping view upward. I took the picture.

“I think that was the last of the film,” Taylor said when Jason didn’t move away or let go of his cock. “Anything else you want?” he asked.

“Only everything I ever dreamed of,” Jason said.

“I can’t get inside your head, man, you’ll have to tell me or show me what you dreamed,” Taylor said.

Jason was mesmerized. “I don’t know…if I can…handle all of this,” he said, swallowing hard between his words.

“I’ll give you all the time you want to practice,” Taylor said.

“I want to, so bad,” Jason said. “I want to take it all, any way you want to give it to me.”

“Don’t say that unless you mean it,” Taylor said with a chuckle. “I Was noticing what a great butt you’ve got, too.”

“It’s yours,” Jason said without hesitation.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I don’t care if you have to rape me to force it in.”

“Aww, I couldn’t do that,” Taylor said. “Much as I wanta fuck that pretty, tight ass, I wouldn’t rape you.”

“Fuck me then,” Jason said. “Just fuck me, and promise you won’t stop just because I might yell.”

“Wouldn’t that be rape?” Taylor asked.

“Not, it’d be fucking me only I would be taking it like a man, not like a baby.”

“Don’t you want to suck it first?” Taylor asked.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I want you to fuck me first. I have to know what it feels like to be skewered by that thing. I have to have that fantasy fulfilled. I’ll suck you after. I’ll do anything you want me to do, Taylor.”

I wasn’t a part of the scene. I hadn’t been for several minutes. “Guys, I think I’ll sneak out for awhile,” I said.

“No, don’t,” Taylor said. “You don’t have to go.”

“Don’t leave me here alone, Doc. I might need medical attention when He gets done with me,” Jason said.

“Take two aspirin and call me in the morning,” I said. I left them alone. As much as I wanted to stay and watch and participate, I knew there was something there that Jason had for Taylor and I thought they might come nearer exploring it if left alone.

The clinic was on the way home and on the spur of the moment I decided To stop in and review the files of all the boys I had examined so far. It was a good crop this year, which presented the challenge of seeing which ones I could lure back in for repeat examinations. I would also go through some of the older files, boys from recent years, like Taylor. I put a cup of left-over coffee in the microwave and pulled out a stack of files. There were some interesting notations in the boys’ files.

“Very muscular.” … “Very Well Built.” I thought it was interesting that “built” was underlined. I had to wonder what some of these boys looked like. An idea came to me then, that I should start taking pictures of the boys to slip into their files. I would have to come up with a good reason first.

There was another interesting notation in another boy’s file. “Counseled this boy on his sexuality.”

I jumped at the sound of someone tapping on the door. I walked down the darkened corridors to the lobby to find Park standing at the door.

“Park? Is something wrong?” I asked as I opened the door.

“Sort of, maybe…pulled hamstring, I think…like I said would happen.”

I new immediately that it was a ruse. Despite his attempt to try to appear to be injured he wasn’t walking like he had a pulled hamstring. But he was there and looking so damned cute and sexy and I was still itching all through from leaving Taylor and Jason in the middle of having sex so, I went along with his little ruse.

“I saw your car and wondered if you would have time to look at it,” Park said. “I parked my car down the block so nobody knows I’m here.”

“Sure, go on back to the examining room and strip down,” I told him. I Locked the door and double bolted it so if anyone from the clinic happened by they couldn’t use their key to get in. On the way back through the lobby I realized that I was suddenly breathing hard with anticipation.

Park had closed the door to the examining room for some reason. I opened it to find him totally naked, lying back on the examining table. He took my breath away, and I think he knew it.

“What’s the matter Doc? You look like somebody punched the air out of you,” he said. The little fucker knew how studly and gorgeous he was and he was blatantly using it to his advantage. I didn’t reply. I set about examining his leg. He lifted his leg and winced a little when I wrapped my hands around his thigh and pressed my thumbs into the side of the hamstrings.

“You can cut the charade Park,” I said. “You’ve no more got a pulled hamstring than I have,” I said as I laid his leg back down on the table.

He turned a little red. “No, that’s not what I wanted you to check out Doc, I admit it.”

“So, what is your problem?” I asked.

“I think you know,” he said.

“No matter what I think might be the problem, you’re the one who has to Tell me,” I said. He told me.

“Do you give all the guys the same kind of physical, Doc?” he asked.

“Pretty much.”

“Do a lot of guys come back for a re-exam?”

“If I detect some reason why I need to call them back,” I replied as I Shuffled through the files on the desk till I found his. I hadn’t checked Park’s file yet. It was ludicrous that I was trying to put up façade of professionalism when I knew damn well what was going to happen. He lay there naked and beautiful, moving one hand back and forth across his chest as he watched me.

“Is that my file?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you finding anything in there? Any reason why I need to be called back?”

I didn’t answer him right away. I found a note scrawled at the bottom of one of the sheets; “This boy seems to have some serious confusion about his sexuality. Will/should advise professional counseling if the traits persist.” Confusion--my ass! I thought. He wasn’t confused; he was more attuned to his own sexuality than any kid ought to be. He knew exactly who he was and what he wanted and he obviously wasn’t afraid to go after it, with no fear of the possible consequences.

“Nothing that I haven’t already observed,” I replied finally, as I closed the folder and laid it aside.

“What have you observed, Doc? You know it’s not a pulled hamstring, what do you think the problem is?”

“An overdose of hormones and testosterone,” I said.

“Yeah, I seem to have a lot of that going on,” he said. He reached down and brushed his hand over his rubbery manhood and hefted his balls. It was almost like an invitation; something I didn’t need. The mere sight of his youthful nakedness was tearing me up and I knew it was going to be only a matter of time before my professionalism would crumble. Yeah, I was still holding out…lying to myself into believing that I could resist the boy. Yeah, right, I was going to resist… that’s why I bolted the front door?

“Park, you shouldn’t have come here,” I said.

“You shouldn’t have been here,” he fired back. “Besides, I told you, I Parked my car down the block, so nobody will know I’m here.”

I devoured him with my eyes for a wavering moment, so close to putting My hands on his body that my hands were shaking with want.

“Have you ever fucked another guy, Doc?”

I was stunned. I did a double-take; a gentle wisp of breeze could’ve bowled me over. “You’re awfully bold and personal, young man,” I said.

“I call it being open and honest…but you didn’t answer my question,” he said. “If I can be open and honest, I don’t see why you can’t be.” The little fucker had me and I think he knew it. He was working me like a fine musical instrument and I found myself falling under his spell.

He was also right, I wasn’t being honest. I knew what he wanted but I didn’t have the guts to come right out and admit that I wanted it just as bad…maybe worse. But I tried one more time. “You didn’t come here with a pulled hamstring,” I said. “Do you call that being honest?”

It was a lame and feeble attempt. I was playing a stupid game with myself. Then he put a full-court press on me.

“Do you want me to leave, Doc?” he asked.

Godd, why did he have to be so beautiful? Why did he have to have such deep, innocent, devouring eyes? I thought of Taylor and Jason back at Taylor’s house, no doubt still in the throes of their sexual passion, and I felt left out. Park started to rise up. I quickly put my hand on his chest to stop him.

“No,” I whispered. “No, Park, I don’t want you to leave.”

“Good, ‘cause I don’t want to,” he said as he lay back down.

I’d never done it before but I leaned down and brushed my lips over his. He let out a little whimper; I think he was surprised. I pressed my lips on his and he responded. As I kissed him I unbuttoned my shirt and shrugged it off, and then undid my jeans and shoved them down as far as I could reach, along with my briefs.

Park responded more by putting his arms around my shoulders. He kissed like no woman I had ever kissed and I wondered if it was his first time, too. His lips parted first and it was his tongue that darted out in search of mine. It was my turn to whimper with excitement.

“Oh, Doc,” he gasped when we parted. “I think we’re being honest now.”

I quickly shucked off my jeans and shorts so I was naked with him. I ran my hands down his stomach but bypassed his manhood and moved on down his muscular thighs. His legs felt like rock. His entire body was like carved stone except that he was warm and his muscles rippled under my touch. On the way back up, I was kissing him again, and I found his manhood. His groan reverberated in our mouths.

“Is that the first time you ever kissed another guy?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had anybody suck this for you?” I asked as I pulled on his cock.

“No, I’ve sucked a few cocks, but nobody’s ever done it back,” he replied.

“I want to do it back,” I said.

“I sure wouldn’t mind, Doc,” he said.

His cock was thick; I had to squeeze my fingers to encircle it. He was about eight inches in length, which looked huge on his smallish, compact frame. He was a perfect mouthful. I sucked him slowly and gently, moving all the way up and down his thick cock. He moaned when I forced my throat down around his cock. He moaned when I drew back up and slathered my tongue all around the head. That was when I got the flavor of his ball-juice.

I used the spit that ran down his cock and over his balls to lube up between his buns. He cocked his knees up and set his legs wider apart to give me more freedom. I found his tiny hole and it clenched anxiously against my fingertip. I massaged and rubbed my spit till he relaxed for me to shove my finger inside him. He took my finger anxiously, squirming around on my hand.

“Ohhh, that feels so good…your finger…and your mouth on my cock…”

I probed deep inside him. I found his prostate but didn’t spend a lot of time with it. I didn’t want to make him go off too quickly. He tried to squirm around to touch his prostate against my probing fingers. I worked a second finger inside him and gently fucked him. Then three. His asshole was opening up nicely.

“Ohhhh…..Ohhhhh……Ohh, Godd…..!”

“That feel good?” I whispered.

“Aww, you know it. But you never answered my question, Doc,” he gasped.

“What was the question?”

“You know……have you ever fucked another guy?”

“No,” I replied. I lied but it was what I thought it was what he wanted to hear.

“Do you want ‘ta fuck me?” he asked.

“Have you ever done it?” I asked.

“No, but I want to,” he said. “I really want you to fuck me Doc, because I want to feel it so bad and I don’t know anybody else to do it.”

I reached in the drawer of the table and groped for the large tube of lubricant. I uncapped it with one hand and squeezed some onto my cock. Then I squeezed some into his asshole land worked it around. “Stand down off the table,” I said.

Park scrambled off the table and took the stance, facing the table, feet set wide apart.

“Bend over and relax across the table,” I told him. I gazed at his tight, bubble butt stuck out for the taking. I ran my hands over the twin mounds, digging my fingers into the muscle.

“Do you like my butt, Doc?”

“I love your butt, Park,” I replied. “I like your butt so much…” He Was lubed up but my mouth was watering. I had to taste him first. I knelt down and pulled his butt apart and dove between them.

“AWwwhhhhhh! Awwww, Dock!” he cried as I lapped his hole with my tongue. The lube allowed me to penetrate his hole deeper. I loved his ass; I could’ve stayed there for the duration, without fucking him, but I knew he wanted something bigger than my tongue or my fingers.

“Ohhhh, that’s feels so good…b-but I want you to fuck me, Doc.”

I stood up and finished lubing my cock then set the head into the deep crevice of his butt. The heat of my cock met the heat of his hole and it was like we were suddenly welded together. He pushed back at the same time I shoved and my cock slipped through his hole with ease. He stifled his outcry as I shoved deeper. I was in him, my loins smashed against his backside, before he finally raised his head with a loud gasp.

“Ohh, Goddd!” his breath gushed out of him.

“It is okay, Park? Do you want me to stop…pull out?”

“No! Oh, no……you’re so big…but I want it…I want you to fuck me, Doc. I’ve wanted to get fucked for so long…please, Doc, don’t take it out for a long time.”

I couldn’t believe my ears…I couldn’t believe my luck. I clasped my Hands around his hips and began fucking him. He seemed to like my cock being so big so I used all of it with each stroke. He liked it enough that he bore back on it each time I thrust forward. His shoulder muscles hunched and bunched up and I could feel his abs with my fingers, rippling hard and tight. Park was in the same heaven I was.

“Doc?” he said over his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Can we do it another way…turn around with me on the table? ike a girl?”

“Sure.” I eased my cock out of him and he climbed up to lie crossways on the table on his back, his head and shoulders extended out over the other side.

“Sometimes I feel like a girl,” he said as I was positioning my cock at his hole again.

“You’re no girl, Park,” I told him as I penetrated his hole again. “Nobody could ever mistake you for a girl.”

As I fucked him I thought of Jason and Taylor. After they had their chance to be together and get good and acquainted, I would join in next time, and bring Park along. Taylor would love Park’s tight, hard body and his tight, bubble butt.

Then for the first time, I thought of Taylor’s wife and the thought came to mind…maybe she could more easily take one of the younger boys. Godd, it was a wonderful image, of Park or Jason fucking Taylor’s wife while Taylor fucked one of the boys. I didn’t picture how I would fit in…but I knew I would; I would fit in anywhere they wanted me.

The End