The Doctor Knows Best

by: Tom Borden

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Fifteen year-old Bobby Turner sat nervously in the examining room as the nurse took his blood pressure, felt his pulse, and took his temperature.

“There we are,” the nurse said with a smile.  “Dr. Simmons will be here shortly.”

Dr. Simmons soon arrived with a broad smile and an extended hand.  “Good afternoon, Bobby.  I’m Dr. Simmons.  Your dad and I were having a round of golf last Saturday, and he told me he thought it might not be a bad idea for you to have a complete physical examination just to be sure everything is working well.  I think the last time I saw you was when you were an infant.  You’ve certainly become a fine looking young man since then.”

Bobby tried to smile.  “I’m fifteen now.”

“I know that, and because you’ve reached that age, there are certain things we want to look for during the examination, as well as some things we need to talk about that any fifteen year-old boy needs to know.  I want you to take off your clothes and lie there on the examining table.”

Bobby slowly removed all his clothes, except his underwear and climbed up on the table.

“Come on, Bobby, off with the underwear.”

Bobby hesitated.  Over the past year or so, his penis had gotten hard at least a dozen times a day for no apparent reason.  He knew his friends had developed the same problem.  His gym class showers had been very revealing.  He was glad, though, that his penis stayed relatively soft in front of the doctor.

Dr. Simmons squeezed Bobby’s thigh.  “Well, now, young man, you look like you’re developing well.  Good muscle structure.  And you’re even getting some nice hair on your legs, as well as a nice bush of pubic hair.  That’s a good sign you’ll soon be a man.  Have you been experiencing any aches and pains lately?”

“No.”

Dr. Simmons proceeded to listen to the boy’s heart and feel the glands in his neck, as well as look in his throat.  He spread Bobby’s legs and took hold of his testicles.

“I need to feel if there are any unusual lumps in your testicles.  And you have a nice long scrotum.”

“Is that good?” Bobby asked.

“Oh yes.  Very good,” the doctor said as he gently rolled the boy’s testicles in his hand.

Simmons took hold of Bobby’s circumcised penis.  “Have you experienced any soreness in your penis or noticed any unusual red streaks or spots on it?”

“No.”

“Do you masturbate yet, Bobby?”

The question stunned the boy and he was afraid if he admitted masturbating, the doctor would tell him it was a bad thing to do and tell his parents.

“Well, I . . . I . . .”

“It’s all right.  Most boys masturbate when they get to be your age.  It’s a wonderful thing.”

“A wonderful thing?”

“Of course,” the doctor said as he squeezed a little semen out of Bobby’s penis and wiped it on the paper that covered the table.  “Don’t you enjoy the feeling?”

“Well . . . yes.”

“Do you ever masturbate with a friend or two?”

“No.”

“Well then how did you learn to masturbate?”

Bobby had difficulty looking into the doctor’s face.  “I learned myself.  But I have a friend who told me how to do it.”

Simmons smiled.  “But you didn’t actually masturbate with him.  Right?”

“No.  I mean, that’s right.”

“Doing it with friends is sometimes a lot of fun.  It’s sort of a guy thing, you know.  It doesn’t hurt anybody.  You mustn’t ever think it’s a bad thing, Bobby.  All of us men masturbate all our lives for both pleasure and the relief of sexual tension.  Never be ashamed of it.  Tell me, Bobby, did your dad ever talk to you about sex?  He assured me he would do that.”

“No.  He told me once that he was going to, but he must have decided not to.”

“I’m surprised he never talked to you about it.  I’ve known him since we were boys, and I can tell you your dad knows a lot about sex.”

Bobby propped himself up on his elbows.  “What do you mean?” 

“Well, your dad is the one who taught me how to jack off . . . I mean masturbate . . . when we were your age.  We did it a lot together in those days.  It’s just something guys do, Bobby.”

“They do?”

“I think your dad was a little embarrassed to talk to you about sex.  I don’t think he’d disapprove if I gave you some of the facts of life that all fifteen year-olds need to know.” 

Simmons gave Bobby a thorough description of male and female anatomy, the process of making babies, including the purpose of a man’s sperm, and so forth.  He even clearly described the details of what Bobby’s parents were likely doing in bed each night, including various fucking positions.

“I want to talk with you a little bit about a man’s sexual desires.  I think you’re old enough now to understand about that.  It’s a universal truth, Bobby, that a man’s penis and how he uses it defines a man and his manhood.  Treat it with undying respect and it will lead a man into the most wonderful world of lasting pleasure.  And his private sexual fantasies are the stimulus.  You must have fantasies of your own, Bobby.  Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to achieve a hard-on . . . or rather an erection.”

Bobby laid his head back down on the pillow as his penis began to harden.  “It’s okay, Dr. Simmons.  The other guys call it a hard-on, too.  Sometimes they call it a boner.  One of my friends calls it his willy-diddle.”

Simmons laughed and took hold of Bobby’s little hard penis.  “Willy-diddle, eh?  I’ll have to remember that one.  My son will get a kick out of that.”

“All right,” Simmons said, “we’ll dispense with the nice words and call it what we all know it by.  What are some of your fantasies, Bobby?”

Bobby screwed up his face.  “Do I have to say?”

“No, but if you do, I’ll tell you some of mine.”

“Well, sometimes I think about my Mom and Dad in bed doing stuff.”

“Do you know what they’re doing when they’re in bed?”

“Not really.  But I think they’re . . . you know.”

“Fucking?  Is that what you think they’re doing?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“And that excites you, doesn’t it?  It makes your cock hard and then you jack off and have a great orgasm.”

Bobby started to giggle.  “Yeah.  You said you’d tell me your fantasies.”

“Well, Bobby, my fantasies are very much like yours.  I also think about me and another guy . . . I mean another person doing . . . you know . . . stuff in bed.  I’ll go into more about my fantasies later.

Simmons took hold of Bobby’s gorged penis and ran his finger around the head of it.  “I’d like to have you jack off.  I want to test your semen and your sperm count as part of the exam.”

Bobby screwed up his face again.  “Right here?”

“Sure.  Go ahead.  Don’t be embarrassed.  We all do it.”

Bobby took hold of his hard cock and started stroking with his eyes closed.

Dr. Simmons gently took hold of the boy’s balls and rolled them around in his hand.  With the other hand, he ran his fingers very lightly over the soft hair that covered Bobby’s upper, inner thigh. 

“Maybe this will enhance whatever fantasy you’re having now.  And it will give you an idea of how good it is to do this with another guy . . . I mean another person.  Your dad loved this when I did it with him.”

Bobby opened his eyes and stopped stroking.  “You did this with my dad?”

“I told you, Bobby, it’s a guy thing.  It’s nothing bad.  It’s just something guys do.”

“It’s something you DO, Dr. Simmons?  Do you mean you and Dad still do it?”

“Well, as I said, it’s nothing bad.”

As Bobby closed his eyes again and resumed stroking, his fantasy of his mom and dad fucking suddenly shifted to Dr. Simmons and his dad doing stuff together.  In a flash, the cramping in his gut hit him like a boulder signaling the start of his orgasm.  As he felt the doctor’s fingers between his ass cheeks and pressing against his asshole, he shot stream after stream of thick boy cum all over his stomach.

Dr. Simmons caught some of Bobby’s cum on a glass plate as it was spurting out.  “I’ll be right back, son.  I want to look at this under the microscope.

After the doctor left, Bobby lay there looking at the globs of cum on his stomach.  His hand still clutched his wilting cock as a small amount of cum dribbled out over his fingers.  Was he dreaming?  He’d jacked off in front of another person . . . a grown man.  His mind spun around over the idea that his dad and this doctor had done stuff together, and maybe were still doing it.  He thought about the feel of Dr. Simmons’ fingers tickling the soft hair on his thighs and the feel of his fingers between his ass cheeks and rubbing his asshole.  He had never cum so quickly before and knew it was because of the wonderful and unearthly sensation of the doctor’s fingers on his balls, his thigh, and his asshole.  Was it possible, he wondered, that this is what his dad and Simmons had done . . . and were still doing?  Bobby’s penis once again became hard and rigid at the thought of it.

Dr. Simmons returned with a smile on his face.  “Well, my boy, your semen is in good shape and your sperm count is very high for a young lad like yourself.  I’d like to give you a little advice.  Man to man, of course.  Jerking off at your age is strictly for pleasure.  And if one man can suggest to another man how to attain even greater pleasure, he should do so.  I noticed that when you’re jacking off you grasp your cock with only your index and middle fingers and your thumb.  I think you’d find it an even greater pleasure if you full-fisted it.  That is, grasp your cock with your full hand and all your fingers.  In this way, greater pressure will bring on a better orgasm.  It may not work for everybody, but it works for me.”

Bobby noticed Dr. Simmons standing next to him at the examining table with his own hard-on tenting his pants. 

Simmons grabbed hold of his hard-on through his pants to demonstrate how one should hold his penis while masturbating.  He was having difficulty holding it through his pants.

“Oh, shit, I can’t demonstrate this very well for you with my pants on.”  He undid his belt buckle and let his pants drop to the floor.  His enormous hard cock sprung out in front of him.  Bobby noticed the doctor wore no underwear.  He could hardly believe his eyes.  The doctor’s cock was surely at least three times as large as his own and had huge bulging purple veins encircling it.  His ball sack hung almost halfway to his knees, with each ball clearly visible.

Simmons grasped his gorged cock with his right hand and squeezed it tight.  As he spit on his hand and began to stroke, he said, “Now you see how my whole hand is wrapped tightly around my cock?  I guarantee you that you’ll enjoy a much better orgasm doing it this way than with just a couple of fingers.  It makes it feel like you’re fucking a real tight asshole.  I mean . . . a real tight cunt.” 

Bobby watched tension begin to spread over the doctor’s face as he stroked faster and faster.  He watched the man’s balls begin to shrink up into his crotch.  In less than a minute, Simmons let out several growls as great volleys of thick white cum landed on Bobby’s stomach, mixing with what remained of Bobby’s own cum. 

Simmons fell to his knees.  “God, you’ll have to forgive me, Bobby.  I get so weak after one of these powerful orgasms.  His face was now even with Bobby’s cock, which had become erect and gorged at the sight of his doctor’s hard penis spewing its creamy white spunk. 

Dr. Simmons stared at Bobby’s blazing hard cock.  He sounded exhausted as he spoke.  “You know, Bobby, there’s another way to get your nuts off, and that’s to have another guy’s . . . I mean another person’s lips running up and down your shaft.  Shall I show you?  It’s all part of your education.”

Without waiting for an answer, Dr. Simmons pulled himself up and rested his elbows on the examining table, almost as though he were drunk.  He brought his head down onto Bobby’s hard penis and sucked it into his mouth.

Bobby closed his eyes.  He’d never experienced a sensation like this.  He could feel the doctor’s lips moving up and down the shaft and his tongue swirling around the head of his penis.  He began to squirm.

“I’m going to cum, Dr. Simmons.  Please pull off.”

Simmons ran his hand over the soft hair on Bobby’s legs.  In a muffled voice, he said.  “Let her blow, boy.  Let her blow.”

Bobby’s orgasm was as powerful as the last, and he felt the doctor’s tongue slashing through his cum as each shot spewed into the man’s mouth.

When Simmons finally pulled off, Bobby could see cum dripping out of the corners of his mouth.  “Oh, I’m sorry, Dr. Simmons.  Why didn’t you pull off?”

The doctor wiped his mouth with his fingers and sucked them clean.  “Bobby, it’s just another pleasure that you should learn.  Haven’t you ever tasted your own cum?”

“No.”

“The next time you jerk off, taste your cum, my boy.  It’s so good.”

“Why do you do it?”

“It’s a guy thing, Bobby.”

“Why do you always call everything a guy thing?”

“It’s because women have absolutely no understanding of the sexual pleasures a man enjoys.  Sometime, you need to know what it’s like to taste another man’s cum.  To have his cum in your mouth and stomach brings about one of the great bonds between two men.”

Bobby was almost afraid to ask, but events that day in the doctor’s office had moved so fast and so far, why not?

“You and Dad?  I mean, have you tasted . . . .?”

“Of course, Bobby.  It’s one of the things that has bonded your dad and me as lasting friends.”  Dr. Simmons gently squeezed Bobby’s balls and smiled.  He stood up, his pants still crumpled around his ankles and his cock still hard, but beginning to droop.  “You can get dressed now.  I hope you’ve learned some things about men’s sexuality.  I’m sorry your dad hadn’t yet instructed you.”

When Bobby left the doctor’s office, he found his dad waiting outside in the car.

“Well, son, how did it go?

“He said I’m okay.  No problems.”

*   *   *   *   *

The next day, Dr. Simmons called Harry Turner, Bobby’s father, and asked that they meet for lunch.

After they ordered, Harry was the first to speak.  “Well, John, how did Bobby’s physical exam go?”

“He’s in excellent health, Harry.  I was disappointed, though, that you hadn’t had the little talk with him about sex that you promised me you would do.”

“I don’t know, John, I just kind of chickened out.  How did you know I hadn’t talked to him?”

“I asked him, and he said you hadn’t.  I thought it was time he understood some things, now that he’s fifteen years old, so I took it upon myself to talk with him about it.”

“How did he take it?”

“He took it very well.  And he learned a few things about the pleasure men can have with sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know if you knew it or not, but he’s into jerking off in a big way.  His technique doesn’t seem very good, so I taught him a better way to do it.”

“Are you saying he jerked off in your office?”

“Of course.  I had to test his semen and sperm count.  I showed him how to do it the way you and I do it.”

Harry looked alarmed.  “You and I?  You told him how you and I do it?”

“Yes, I see no reason why you and he should remain strangers when it comes to the sexual urges all men feel.”

“Wait a minute, John.  You told him about you and me?  How much did you tell him?”

“Everything, Harry.  Everything.”

Harry dropped his fork with a clatter on the plate.  “I suppose that means you told him about our sucking each other off and that we fuck each other.”

John Simmons smiled.  “I didn’t tell him about the fucking we do.  Perhaps you can tell him if you get the nerve.”

“Why, John?  Why would you do this?”

“Calm down, Harry.  Bobby is at the age where he needs to know before it’s too late all the God-given pleasures that are open to him in life.”

“It wasn’t your job to do it, John.”

“Someone had to do it.  You certainly had failed on that score.”

“And I suppose you gave him the same instruction you gave your own son.”

“I certainly did.  As for my son, during those times you shared his and my bed, didn’t you find my son exciting to do things with?  Would you deny your own son those pleasures?  I believed that Bobby should know all the things that my son, Paul, does.  You know, the good taste of cum and . . . .”

Hey, wait.  Don’t tell me you taught him how to suck dick, as well as telling him that you and I suck each other’s dicks.”

“Of course.  That’s part of the great pleasures he needs to know.”

Harry sat back looking positively miserable.  “How am I going to face him, John.  I wish you’d consulted with me first.”

Simmons reached over and patted Harry on the arm.  “It’s no big deal, Harry.  He was very receptive.  Just go to him tonight and tell him you understand Dr. Simmons gave him some instructions about sexual matters.  Get him to talk about it.  I can almost guarantee he’ll open up to you.  I tried to impress upon him that things you and I and my son do together are just things all guys do.  He knows it’s all done in private for our own pleasure.  We don’t go out in the streets and advertise it.  I think he understood well that what we do is a guy thing for our own private pleasure, as well as for necessary sexual release.  A lot better than cruising the parks and sucking off a strange dick like you and I used to do.”

“It’s not going to be easy, John.  He’ll probably never speak to me again.”

Simmons laughed.  “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that.  Hey, let’s go back to my office.  I’m sitting on an asshole here that’s just squirming to get fucked.”

*   *   *   *   *

All through dinner that night, Harry and his son, Bobby, said nothing to each other and didn’t even look at each other.  Later that night, after Bobby went to bed, Harry worked up his courage and knocked on the boy’s door.  When he entered, he found Bobby lying under the sheet, wide awake and staring at the ceiling.

“Hi, Bobby.  I just wanted to talk with you for a few minutes about how your physical went.  Did he give you any . . . uh . . . advice?”

Bobby pushed over toward the other side of the bed to give his dad room to sit down.  “Yeah, it went pretty good.  I guess I’m in good health.”

Harry didn’t quite know where to begin.  “I understand Dr. Simmons gave you some advice that all young men your age should know about.”

“Yeah.”

“Was it good advice?  I mean did it make sense?”

“Yeah.  A lot of sense.”

“I’m glad to hear that.  Is there anything about it that bothers you?”

“No.  He told me about things that guys do.”

Harry hesitated.  “You mean like . . . sexual things?

“Yeah.”

“Like masturbation?”  Harry felt his face flush at the mention of the word in front of his son.

“Yeah.  He showed me a better way to do it.”

“How was that?”

“You want to see?”

“Okay.”

Bobby threw the sheet back, revealing his very hard penis.  “He told me to hold it with my whole hand like this, instead of like this.”

Harry felt as though his head was about to explode at the sight of his son showing him how he learned to masturbate better.  “Yes, son, that is the best way.”

Bobby smiled.  “Is this the way you do it, too, Dad?”

“Uh . . .yes, that’s the way I do it, son.”

Bobby held on tightly to his hard penis and looked up at Harry.  “Dr. Simmons told me a lot about what guys do.  He said it’s a lot of fun to jerk off . . . I mean masturbate with other guys, and he said you and he do it together.”

Harry thought he felt his heart skip a beat.  “Uh . . . yes, we do.”

“It was a lot of fun doing it with Dr. Simmons.  He said he really liked doing it with you.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, he said it was a guy thing and a lot of guys do it together.”

Harry could feel his penis gorge fully in his pants.  He reached down and tried to adjust it inconspicuously.  But he saw Bobby looking at it.

“Dad, maybe you and me can jack off . . . I mean masturbate together.  Dr. Simmons said it’s a lot of fun . . . I mean doing it with someone else.”

“You can use the word jack off, son.  Do you really want to do that?

“Yes.  It’ll be fun.”

Harry slowly twisted around and lay beside Bobby.

“You gotta take your clothes off, though, Dad.”

Harry stood up and stripped off all his clothes and lay back down.

“Dad, I wonder if my penis will ever get as big as yours.  Wow.”

Harry laughed.  “I’m sure it will.”

Harry and Bobby lay quietly as they stroked their hard cocks.

“This is fun, isn’t it, Dad?  Just two guys jacking off together.”

“Yes, it is.”  Harry could still hardly believe this was happening.

After a few minutes, Bobby said, “Dad, have you ever tasted cum.”

“Uh . . . yes.”

“Dr. Simmons says it tastes really good.”

“Yes, it does.”

“He jacked me off, not with his hand, but with his mouth, and when I came, he swallowed all my cum and said it tasted very good.”  Bobby turned on his side and looked into his dad’s eyes.  “Can I taste yours?  He showed me how to do it.”

Harry, by this time, was ready for anything.  “Yes, son, if you want to.”

Bobby got up on his knees and brought his lips down over his dad’s blazing cock.  He had to open his mouth very wide and could get only less than half of his dad’s cock into his mouth.

Harry couldn’t believe this was going on, but the idea that his penis was in his son’s mouth and that he could feel the boy’s tongue whipping around the head of it almost made him crazy.

“I’m cumming, son, if you want to pull off.”

Bobby continued to suck, and Harry knew the boy was going to get a load of cum down his throat like he’d never shot before.  As Bobby sucked, he took his dad’s hand and moved it around to his own ass cheeks.  He moved his dad’s fingers into his crack until he felt one of them touching his asshole.

“I like you touching me there . . . just like Dr. Simmons did with me.”

Harry was sure he knew what Bobby wanted, and he pushed his middle finger deep into his son’s rectum, where he finger-fucked it gently.  As Bobby ran his lips faster and faster over his dad’s hard penis, Harry could feel the telltale signs that his orgasm was close.  Suddenly it happened and Harry let go a flood of hot cum into his son’s mouth.  He could tell Bobby was swallowing it all.

Bobby kept his dad’s penis in his mouth until it had wilted completely.  Then he pulled off and looked at his dad with a broad smile.  “Dr. Simmons was right.  It tastes so good.  It’s really fun doing guy things together, isn’t it?

As Bobby rolled over onto his back, Harry said, “It sure is.”  Now with no reticence at all, he reached over and took his son’s hard cock in his hand and stroked it gently.

“Dad, you want to taste my cum, too?

Harry sat up and spread Bobby’s legs and crouched down between them.  He brought his face down and sucked his son’s balls into his mouth.  He then ran his tongue up along the underside of Bobby’s hard penis and sucked the entire length of it into his mouth. 

Bobby watched his dad’s lips sliding up and down over his penis.  Within only a few seconds, his orgasm slammed into his gut and he could feel surge after surge of his cum shooting up his shaft and into his dad’s mouth, where every drop was swallowed.

Bobby was exhausted and lay back as his dad scooted up and took his son’s head in his hands, kissing him on the lips.  He forced his tongue in between his lips, giving Bobby the cue to do the same thing.  When they were through slashing at each other’s tongue, Bobby smiled.

“That’s really fun, Dad.  Let’s do that again.  I know Dr. Simmons’ son, Paul.  He’s my age and he’s in my tenth grade class.  I wonder if he has as much fun doing guy things with his dad as we have.”

“Yes, in fact, Paul does enjoy doing these things with his dad.  I was with both of them a couple of times.”

“Wow.  Doing those things with two other guys must have been fun.”

“It sure was.”

Just then, a woman’s voice was heard outside the door.  “Harry, it’s time you came to bed.  It’s late and Bobby has to go to school in the morning.”

“Yes, dear,” Harry shouted; “in just a minute.”

“Dad, does Mom know about this?”

“No, son, and she never will.  Remember what Dr. Simmons always says.  This is a guy thing, and no woman would ever understand.  Good night, my sweet boy.” 

*   *   *   *   *

The next day, Bobby asked Paul to go outside with him during the lunch hour and take a walk with him around the school grounds.  They sat under a tree as they ate their lunches.

Bobby took a few minutes to think about what he was going to say.  “Paul, yesterday I went to your dad’s office and he gave me a physical.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and he gave me a lot of advice about stuff.”

“He did?  What kind of stuff?”

“Well, stuff about what guys do.”

Paul laughed.  “I thought so.  My dad knows a lot about that shit.”

Bobby hesitated again.  “I heard that he taught you a lot of stuff, too.”

“You’re talking about the fucking sex stuff we do, aren’t you?  Didn’t your dad teach you all that shit?  Why did you have to learn it all from my dad?”

“I don’t know,” Bobby said.

“Well, Bobby, your dad knows all about it, too.  He’s been with my dad and me sometimes.  And he really knows how to give a guy a good fuck.”

Bobby looked sharply at Paul.  “Fuck?  Did you say fuck?”

“Sure.  Didn’t my dad teach you about that?  A couple of weeks ago, your dad gave me a fuck like I’ve never had in my life, even from my own dad.  What a fucking monster cock your dad has.  My dad nearly choked on that fucking pole one night.”

“Really?  He never said anything about fucking.  You mean you fuck each other in the asshole?”

“Yup.  Straight up the asshole.  Where else?  Hey, your dad’s a hot motherfucker.  Didn’t he ever teach you how to suck cock and fuck assholes?”  Was your visit with my dad the first time you did any of that shit?”

“Yeah, but I think my dad was kind of nervous about telling me about it.  But we got together last night and did stuff for the first time.”

“Well, it’s about time, Bobby.  Did he ram that humongous cock of his up your ass?  Your dad can fuck my ass anytime he wants to.  I’m always ready.”

“No, he didn’t fuck me.  I didn’t know that was one of the things you do.”

“Sure.  We do everything.  Last week, your dad and mine gave me a fucking cum-bath all over my face.  After my dad fucked me one time, your dad got down and sucked all my dad’s fucking cum out of my asshole.  One night, your dad let out a big loud smelly fart while I was eating out his hairy asshole.  Kind of interesting.  And by the way, your dad’s a real fucking cum-slut.  One night he gargled a whole load of my cum in his throat.  I about laughed my fucking balls off.  There’s no fucking limit.  Whatever motherfucking shit turns you on.”

“It’s a guy thing, right?” Bobby asked.

“Sure, it’s what guys do.  Hey, why don’t you ask your dad if you can come along with him next time he comes to our house.  I have to admit I’ve been watching you in the showers after gym class.  I’d kind of like to bury my face between those fucking hot looking little ass cheeks of yours and get a good fucking taste of your asshole.”

Bobby put a serious look on his face.  “Does your Mom know what you do?”

“Sure she does, but she doesn’t give a shit.  She stopped letting my dad fuck her when I was about ten years old.  She hated it, especially because my dad insisted I lay there next to them while he fucked her.  One night I remember dad sucking the shit out of my little prick while he was fucking her.  That was the fucking end.  She wouldn’t let either one of us in her bed again after that.”

“Wow.”  Bobby’s eyes looked as big as saucers as he listened.

“She doesn’t care what the fuck we do so long as we don’t do it around her.  Dad’s got his own room now, and so do I.  He and I fuck around mostly in my room, but when your dad comes over, we do all our shit in my dad’s room where there’s a king sized bed.  We make our own beds in the morning after Mom got sick and tired of picking up all those fucking cum-soaked sheets off the floor.  But that’s okay.  Anyway, be sure to talk to your dad and have him bring your ass with him next time.

*   *   *   *   *

That night, when Harry came into Bobby’s room, he saw Bobby jacking off.  “Hold it, son, let me take that.”

Harry leaped onto the bed and took the boy’s hard cock in his mouth just in time to capture his full load of cum.  “Mmm, that’s good.”

Bobby got up on his knees and kissed his dad, who allowed some of his son’s cum to pass between their mouths.

“Dad, I talked to Paul today, and told him about what I learned, and he said he wished you would bring me along the next time you went over to be with Dr. Simmons and Paul.  Can I please go with you?”

“I planned to go over Friday night.  Sure, you can come along.  Your mom won’t mind how long we stay since it isn’t a school night.”

“Dad, Paul said something about you fucking each other.  Is that true?”

“That’s right.  It’s a great experience.”

“I don’t know if I’d like to do that.  It probably hurts.”

“Well, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.  We’ll see how it goes.”

*   *   *   *   *

On Friday evening when Harry and Bobby arrived at the Simmons’ door, Mrs. Simmons answered it.

“Oh, hi, Harry.  You can go on up to John’s room.  You know where it’s at.  And who is this?”

Harry put his hand on Bobby’s shoulder.  “This is my son.  He thought he’d come along with me tonight.”

Mrs. Simmons curled her lip and looked at Bobby.  “It figures, I guess.”

When Harry and Bobby arrived at John’s room, they found John on the bed, lying face down with his ass in the air while Paul was giving him a good rim job.

John turned his head.  “Oh, come on in you guys.  You can hang your clothes over those two chairs.  Paul here was just eating out my ass.  He’s the best tongue-fucker I know.  Of course, that doesn’t mean you’re not just as good at it, Harry.  And Bobby, maybe you’ve already found out that when you’re tongue-fucked by your dad, you know you’ve really been tongue-fucked.”

John sat up and pulled on his balls.  “Well, Bobby, I’m told you took a good load of your dad’s cum down your throat the other night.  Your dad’s cum is good isn’t it?  Get up here, Bobby and sit on my face.  I want to get a good taste of that sweet cunt of yours.”

Bobby stood over John’s face and lowered his ass.  He looked at his dad and smiled as he felt John’s tongue slashing through his ass crack and pressing against his asshole.

Paul knelt next to Bobby and thrust his hard cock into Bobby’s mouth.  “Shit, Bobby, I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty mouth ever since I first saw you.  Oh, man, you’ve got really good tongue action.  Did my dad teach you that?  My dad is the best motherfucking cocksucker I ever knew.  And you’re almost as good.”

As John was lapping up all the good tastes and smells in Bobby’s ass, and as Bobby was sucking hard on Paul’s dick, Harry stood over John’s hard cock, face to face with Bobby.  He lowered his ass down on it until all of John’s seven inches disappeared into his rectum.  Bobby and his dad’s faces were only inches apart.  Harry leaned slightly toward Bobby and ran his tongue all over the boy’s face as the boy continued to suck hard on Paul’s cock.

With Paul’s cock in Bobby’s mouth, and John’s cock up Harry’s ass, along with John’s tongue up Bobby’s ass, the only sound was the slurping of tongues and cocks.

Paul breathlessly said, “Are you ready, Dad?  Let’s shoot our two fucking loads into these two guests of ours at the same time.”

“I’m ready, Paul.”

Both of them growled as Paul shot his load into Bobby’s mouth, and John shot his load up into Harry’s ass.  After several minutes, they all collapsed into a heap, exhausted.

“Hey,” Paul said, “Bobby’s the only fucking one who didn’t get to shoot a load.  I’ll tell you what, Dad.  You and I take turns sucking Bobby’s fucking prick, and you, Harry, lower your ass over your son’s face so he can suck my Dad’s cum out of your asshole.  My dad’s cum is fucking yummy, especially after it’s been up another guy’s fucking asshole.

When Harry lowered his ass over his son’s face, Bobby found it to be the most erotic thing he’d ever done . . . to suck cum out of his own dad’s asshole.  He felt himself sinking into a sexual frenzy he’d never experienced before.  He loved the taste of his dad’s asshole as he swirled his tongue through the black hair that filled his ass crack.  His frenzy was made even wilder as he felt both Paul and Dr. Simmons sucking on his cock.  His orgasm finally exploded sending his hot cum into the faces of Simmons and his son. 

They laughed and moved their faces close to Harry’s face so he could lick them clean.

As they lay next to one another, running their hands over each other’s body, they all eventually fell asleep.  Later, Paul woke up and saw that it was after midnight.  Feeling Paul moving around, the others soon also woke up. 

Paul said, “You know, Bobby told me he’s never experienced fucking a guy or getting fucked.’

Doctor Simmons sat up and said, “I’d like to fuck your sweet little asshole, Bobby.  How ‘bout it?  But maybe your dad would like to have the honors of giving you your first fuck.”

Bobby shook his head.  “I don’t know.  Both of your cocks are so big, I don’t think I could do it. I think it’ll hurt.”

Simmons said, “If our cocks weren’t so big, would you be interested?”

“I think so,” Bobby said. 

Paul looked at Harry.  “Why don’t you fuck me, Harry.  Your cock’s bigger than any of ours.  Maybe if Bobby sees how easy it goes into my ass, he won’t be afraid to take it up his own ass.”

Harry agreed.  When Paul lay on his back and lifted his thighs up against his chest, Harry got down and flooded Paul’s asshole with saliva.  He then mounted Paul and slowly pushed his hard cock all the way into Paul’s rectum.  He pumped away faster and faster, and Paul moaned with pleasure. 

Bobby lay on his side next to them with his head very close to Paul’s ass so he could watch his dad’s cock going in and out of Paul’s asshole.  Suddenly Harry’s orgasm overtook him.  He pulled his cock out and shot his whole load onto his son’s face.  Bobby was stunned, but laughed with the others as he swept as much of his dad’s cum as he could into his mouth with his fingers.

Paul then said, “My dad’s cock is the next biggest one, and I think you should let him fuck you, Bobby.  I know he’ll take it gentle and slow, and it won’t hurt.”

Bobby reluctantly lay on his back and brought his legs up.

“Wait a minute,” Paul said.  “Let me jack off onto Bobby’s asshole.  That’ll get it good and lubricated.  Fucking through a mess of cum will make it easier.”

Paul shot a huge load of his thick cum into Bobby’s ass crack.  He then, with his fingers, worked it into the boy’s asshole.

“Okay, Dad, that pretty asshole is all yours.”

John mounted Bobby and slowly pushed his gorged cock in through his slimy wet asshole.  Bobby grimaced at first, but as John fucked him faster and faster, a look of high pleasure swept over his face. 

Bobby soon looked up into Dr. Simmons’ face and said, “Don’t cum right away.  It feels so good.”

Simmons, however, could not hold it, and let out a yowl as he pumped his hot, thick load of cum into Bobby’s body.

It was now close to 3:00 a.m., and Harry said they really should be getting home.  After they dressed, they groped their hosts one more time and headed out the door.

As they drove home, Harry said, “Well, now you know what guys do, Bobby.”

As Harry kept his hands on the wheel, Bobby unzipped his dad’s fly and reached in.  “I know what I’m gonna do, Dad.  I’m gonna have this cock of yours up my ass as soon as I can.  As Paul calls it, it’s a motherfucking monster.”

When Harry parked the car in the driveway, they got out and started to walk across the lawn to the front door.  Bobby stopped and undid his pants.  He let them fall around his ankles.  He fell to the ground, pulled his pants completely off, and raised his legs.

“Fuck me, Dad, right here.”

“Right here in the grass?”

“Yeah, Dad.  Ram that motherfucking humongous cock up my ass and fuck me hard.”

“We can’t do that here.  Someone might . . . .”

“Fuck them, Dad.  Drop your pants and fuck the shit outta me with that motherfucker.”

Harry smiled at his son’s newfound way of talking and dropped his pants.  The idea of fucking his son in the front yard in the middle of the night made his cock harder than it had ever been.

“Okay, son, here goes.  You asked for it.”

Harry pounded his son’s ass harder than he’d ever done with anyone’s ass.  A car drove by and seemed to slow down.

Harry stopped pumping and said, “Oh, my God.”

Bobby pulled his dad’s ass down hard against him.  “Fuck them motherfuckers, Dad.  Just pound my ass.”

Harry resumed and quickly shot his load into his son. 

Bobby looked up at his dad.  “That was so good, Dad.  I like doing stuff with you.”

“I do too, son, but we shouldn’t be doing this out in the yard.  What were you thinking?

Bobby sighed.  “Well, Dad, as Dr. Simmons says, it’s just a guy thing.  I’m glad you sent me for my physical.  As you’ve always said, Dad, the doctor knows best.

The End of the Beginning

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Posted: 07/09/10