Peter Rabbit Goes to the Dentist
by: Hankster
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How It All Started
Poor Peter Roberts; born prematurely; scrawny all during his youth; acned all during his teens; predisposed to be effeminate, and labeled gay. Early in his middle school years, one of the kids jokingly called him Peter Rabbit. The rest of the guys thought it was hilarious, and the nickname stuck until he graduated high school.
In his senior year, Peter researched colleges in distant communities where his tormenters were not apt to apply. He found a small, highly rated, school of engineering in the middle of Ohio. He not only applied there, but he submitted a scholarship application. He was accepted, and received a partial scholarship. He had chosen wisely. None of his high school torturers ever heard of the college.
Peter never intended to study engineering, but after one semester, he discovered that he really had a talent for mechanical engineering. Once he made up his mind that engineering was to be his life’s work, he threw his heart and soul into studying the subject.
He entered college just a week before his seventeenth birthday. He was accelerated, and he had even considered waiting a year before tackling higher education. He felt that it was bad enough that he was a duck out of water, his youth might exacerbate the situation. In the end, he decided not to delay his studies. He was extremely anxious to get out of town.
Once settled into college life, Peter’s situation improved considerably. Nobody called him Peter Rabbit, and he made a few friends, who had the same dreams, aspirations, and ambitions as he did. Many of his schoolmates were brilliant students, and some of them were no older than he was. For the first time in his life, he fit perfectly into his environment.
His roommate was a physical fitness buff. He talked Peter into working out at his gym with him several evenings a week. In just a couple of months, Peter’s body started to morph. He began to sprout muscles. Exercise or not, he grew to be a little over six feet tall. His acne completely disappeared. His roommate introduced him to an athlete’s diet, high in protein. Let me cut to the chase. He became a hunk. More than that, he looked in the mirror one day, and he saw a handsome young man. He saw ash blond hair with a slight wave, clear blue eyes, a small nose just right for his face, a square chin and inviting lips. His hidden asset, was a five-inch, uncut, flaccid cock. It grew to eight inches when he was aroused, and it got heftier.
His roommate not only transformed his body and soul, but he also introduced Peter to male sex. Peter took gay sex to his heart as readily as he had taken to mechanical engineering. He didn’t know before college that both activities were his calling. His former tormenters, who called him faggot, must have known something about him that he didn’t. From the get go the two men had plenty of sex, but they had no emotional tie. Love was not a factor in their coupling. After graduation, they didn’t attempt to stay in touch. Peter did not even receive an invitation to his roommate’s wedding. He was marrying his high school sweetheart.
Peter graduated summa cum laude, and was valedictorian of his class. He had no intention of returning to his roots. He accepted a lucrative position with a prestigious consulting firm headquartered in Manhattan.
Peter loved his job, and his cozy one-bedroom apartment adjacent to Greenwich Village. He liked the people he worked with. Nobody made fun of him these days. Without a doubt, he was a happy camper. The only time he was uncomfortable was when a woman hit on him. He contemplated coming out at work, but not knowing how it would affect his career, he did nothing about it.
He visited gay bars in The Village two or three times a month. He had an 80% success rate in scoring, but he never met anyone special. With all his brilliance, he hadn’t figured out yet that a bar might not be the best place to meet a life partner.
Step One
About a month after Peter began his job with the consulting firm, he woke up one morning with a strange throbbing in his lower right jaw. It wasn’t too bad, so at first, he ignored it. As the day progressed, the throbbing became painful, and the pain increased rapidly. Peter swallowed a couple of ibuprofen pills, but it didn’t help. He looked in the mirror and was shocked to see that his jaw had swollen, and was slightly red. He hadn’t lived in New York long enough to have established a relationship with any doctors or dentists. He hadn’t seen any yet.
He knocked on his boss’s door and described the pain he was in.
“I have to go home,” he whined. He was on the verge of crying.
“Don’t go home,” his boss, Charlie Evans, advised,” “Go to your dentist.”
“I don’t have one. Maybe you can recommend somebody.”
“I’ll give you the name of my dentist. His father is my brother, and Carter is just starting out. He’s young, like you. I know you’ll like him. I’ll even call him for you.”
There was a short conversation, and Charlie reached into his desk. He pulled out a business card, and handed it to Peter.
“Here’s his name, address, and telephone number,” he informed Peter. “I took a batch of his cards when he opened his practice. He said that you should rush right over, and he’ll squeeze you in.”
“Thanks,” Peter mumbled, and he ran from the office.
Peter’s office was in midtown Manhattan. He glanced at Carter’s card. Carter Evans, DDS, had an office in the Chelsea section of Manhattan. It was south of Peter’s. He hailed a cab, and gave the driver Carter’s address.
When he arrived, the receptionist told him that there would be about an hour’s wait, and then Dr. Evans would be able to see him. Peter described the pain he was in, and the pretty young thing offered him two more ibuprofen pills. He declined.
“Thanks,” he said, “I’ve taken some, and it’s not helping at all.”
He braved it out, and finally Carter’s very handsome dental assistant took him into an examining room. Boy, he was one good looking dude, not much older than Peter. He put a paper bib around Peter, set out some instruments, and informed him that he needed to take x-rays in the area of the pain.
When Peter accepted the fact that he was gay, he honed his gaydar to the fullest. There was no doubt in his mind that the dental assistant, Jerry Something or Other, was gay. If he wasn’t in so much pain, he would have indicated to Jerry that he was more than interested. It wouldn’t have done him any good. Jerry is married to an equally handsome young man, and they are totally monogamous.
After Jerry finished taking x-rays, which Peter could clearly see on a computer screen, he told Peter that the doctor would be with him in a moment. The moment was more like twenty minutes, but Peter was in no position to complain. After all, it was fortuitous that the dentist was his boss’s nephew, and in his time of agony, he was able to see the man right away.
Step Two
Finally, the doctor came into the examining room. “Sorry to keep you waiting,” he apologized. “I had to study the x-rays to see what’s there.”
Peter wanted to ask him what was there, but he was tongue tied. As good looking as Jerry is, he looks like a gargoyle next to Dr. Evans. Not only that, but Peter’s gaydar was pinging off the charts.
When Peter said nothing, The doctor continued. “You have a nasty abscess under one of your molars. I must do a root canal, which beats pulling the tooth, and replacing it with an implant.”
Peter finally spoke. “Please Dr. Evans,” he said. “I don’t care what you do. Just end this pain.”
“Of course. Jerry is going to numb your gums, and then I’ll be back to inject the anesthetic. It’ll take about ten minutes for the numbing to be fully in effect, and another ten minutes for the Novocain to do its magic. I’ll be back in a short while.”
As soon as Carter was gone, Jerry poured a fluid on his gloved index finger, and approached Peter to rub the stuff onto his gums. Every time he came close, Peter recoiled.
“Relax. This doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, it has a pleasant minty taste,” Jerry tried to reassure him.
“I’m sorry,” Peter apologized. “I’m scared stiff of dentists and their needles.”
Jerry laughed. “I see that you’re going to be one of those.”
“What’s one of those?”
“A hand holder. I’m going to have to hold your hand all through the procedure.”
Peter was all for that. He finally allowed Jerry to rub the liquid onto his gums. It didn’t hurt at all. He chastised himself for being such a coward. In a couple of minutes, he couldn’t feel his lips. Finally, when Carter returned to inject the needle for the anesthetic, he barely felt it.
After injecting the anesthetic, the doctor left the room again. Peter was totally numb in much less than ten minutes.
Carter returned about fifteen minutes later, and started probing all over Peter’s mouth. The patient was aware that Carter was drilling into the tooth, but he didn’t feel a thing, except his groin was reacting to Jerry gripping his hand so tightly.
Before he knew what was happening, Peter heard Carter inform him that the procedure was finished.
“When the Novocain wears off, you’ll have some slight pain, but nothing a couple of Tylenol tablets won’t cure. It’ll take a couple of days for the nerve to die completely, and then you’ll be pain free.”
Carter held up a mirror to Peter’s face. “See?” he said, “the swelling is all gone. I’d like to follow up with you in a week or so. You can make an appointment on your way out.”
“I had so much pain when I came in,” Peter said, “that I never asked what the cost will be. I have no insurance. I’m new at my firm, and my health insurance won’t kick in for another couple of months.”
“Don’t worry,” Carter smiled. “You work for my uncle. “Let’s just say, this is a free introductory offer.”
“That’s too generous,” Peter said. “When I come back for the follow up, and I can feel my mouth again, I’ll make a late appointment, and I’d like to take you to dinner since I’m not paying for the procedure.”
Carter’s gaydar had already informed him that his handsome patient was gay.
“Why thanks, Peter. I’ll take you up on that.”
Carter smiled broadly at Peter. He tacitly let Peter know that they played for the same team. They were very attracted to each other, and the promise of a future date made them both very happy.
Peter gave no thought to the possibility that Carter might out him to his boss. He didn’t much care.
Step Three
Peter booked the follow-up visit for the following Friday afternoon. He took Carter to a very upscale mainstream restaurant for dinner. Once they were seated, they ordered a drink, and Peter told the waiter that they would order dinner when they finished their drinks. They chatted away like chirping birds, when suddenly, Carter put his hand on Peter’s.
“You’re very handsome,” he said to Peter. “I’d like to do this again.”
“That’s for sure,” Peter smiled back.
Peter was feeling good about how things were progressing, so he was emboldened to ask, “After dinner, would you like to go to my favorite watering hole for an after-dinner drink?”
“I’d love to,” Carter smiled as he squeezed Peter’s hand harder yet.
“Let me offer you an alternative,” Peter said. “I live very close by. If you’d like, I could make our after-dinner drinks in my apartment.”
“I’d like that,” Carter said. “It’ll be a lot cozier and more relaxed.”
The two men smiled broadly at each other, and Carter squeezed Peter’s hand harder and harder. Under the table, Peter placed his free hand high up Carter’s thigh, and rubbed it lightly. There was no doubt in either of their minds that they were going to get laid tonight, but they never did get laid. They made love all night long, and all weekend long.
Peter discovered that Carter was circumcised. In all other statistics, he and Peter were clones down there.
After one particularly steamy session, they were resting side by side, holding hands and fondling each other. They completely lost count of the number of orgasms each had just experienced. They had done it all; oral, anal, rimming, trips around the world, golden showers, under their armpits, between their feet and thighs, even dry humping. They made love in every way that occurred to them.
While each man was basking in the aftermath of the best sex either had ever experienced in his life, Carter rolled over and positioned himself on top of Peter’s prone body.
“Peter,” Carter said, “You’re the man I’ve been looking for ever since I realized that I was gay. I’ve fallen in love with you, and I don’t want to be a player anymore. You’re exactly what the doctor ordered. Will you be my feller?”
“Of course, I will,” Peter answered. Don’t you think I have the same dreams as you do? Corny as it sounds, I’ve been waiting to meet you for years. You’re the man of my dreams also.”
They kissed passionately. When they could breathe again, Carter asked, “Where do we go from here?”
“To the altar, I hope,” Peter smiled at Carter.
After committing their lives and their souls to each other, they proceeded to make love again. As youthful as they were, they set a record for the number of orgasms each experienced in one session. Unfortunately, they had no idea that it was a record.
Step Four
Peter and Carter began to date very seriously. After three months, they began to make plans to move in together, and ultimately to get married. However, wedding plans took second priority to moving plans.
“It’s time for me?” Peter said one day while they were basking in the afterglow of superior love making.
“Time for what?” Carter asked.
“For me to come out at work, and tell your uncle what our plans are.”
“Good decision,” Carter said.
“But I’m scared. Can we tell him together.”
“Sure. How?”
“I’ve been thinking about it,” Peter said. “We work together, so I can invite him to have lunch with me. We have a great relationship, and I know he’ll go for it. Then you can walk into the restaurant. I’ll act surprised, and ask you to join us. You’ll accept and we’ll do the deed.”
“How about I kiss you when we run into each other, and drop his jaw a few inches? He’ll want to know what that was all about, and then we can tell him.”
“That sounds like fun. I’m in,” Peter grinned.
*****
“No fucking way,” Charlie screamed out when he got the news. “I set you two up, you know. I never expected it to pan out, but I guess I have a talent for matchmaking.”
“You knew I was gay?” Peter asked. He was incredulous.
“Of course, I knew,” Charlie said.
“How?” Peter asked in wonderment.
“My gaydar is impeccable.”
Now Carter and Peter’s jaws dropped a few inches.
“In fact,” Charlie said, “when you asked me to lunch, I was hoping you wanted to hit on me. Don’t misunderstand. I’m pleased as punch for the two of you. I couldn’t be happier that you’re going to be my nephew, Peter.”
“You sure know how to shock a guy,” Peter murmured.
“Don’t worry about me, guys,” Charlie added. “I’m getting plenty of nookie, but I just can’t seem to meet Mr. Right, like you two did. Maybe you can return the favor and fix me up.”
“I’m sure going to try,” Peter said.
“Me too,” Carter echoed.
And it came to be.
Peter and Carter were watching the Pride Parade, and a good looking, affable man, in his late thirties, was standing close by. They struck up a conversation.
“Are you two a couple?” he asked.
“We’re a monogamous, committed, couple,” Carter said. He threw his arm around Peter’s shoulder, and kissed him chastely on the lips.
“Too bad,” the stranger said. “You’re both so hot.
He stuck out his hand. “My name’s Luke,” he said.
Carter and Peter introduced themselves.
“Are you single?” Carter asked.
“Unhappily, yes. I haven’t been lucky like you two guys. I’m still waiting for Mr. Wonderful.”
Peter and Carter smiled. “Have we got a Mr. Wonderful for you,” Carter said. “Would you like to meet him?”
“You betcha. I just got transferred to New York from Cincinnati, and I’m looking to meet a lot of people.”
“Great, my new friend,” Peter said. “Right now, let’s go to Julius for a drink. We’ll get acquainted, and this Friday evening, meet us at The Male Room for dinner and the drag show. We’ll have a terrific guy with us, that you should meet.”
They each had one drink at the bar, exchanged personal calling cards, and went on their way. Since the cards were personal, none of them knew what each did for a living.
“See ya Friday at The Male Room,” Luke said, as he walked away.
“I have no doubt, he’ll be there,” Peter said, “but how are we going to get your uncle to come with us?”
“Easy. I’ll tell him we’ve set our wedding day, and we want him to help us plan it.”
“What a great idea. Let’s really set the date. You’re not only a brilliant dentist, you’ve got a fertile, conniving brain.”
*****
When they entered The Male Room on Friday evening, Charlie said, “Let’s ask for a quiet, out of the way, table so we can discuss your wedding.”
The maître d’ came over to greet them, and Charlie asked for a quiet table for three.
“Make that four,” Carter said.
“Who else is coming?” Charlie asked.
Peter thought fast. “He’s our wedding planner. His name is Luke Foster. He’s gay. You’ll like him.”
“Is this the set up you promised me?” Charlie asked.
In one voice, his nephews said, “YES!”
They left word with the maître d’ to bring Luke Foster to the table as soon as he arrives.
“He’s already here,” the host said. “He’s at the bar. I’ll bring him right over.”
When Luke and Charlie were introduced, they grinned broadly at each other. Peter and Carter smiled. They had been very candid in letting both men know that they were fixing them up. The two mature men seemed to have a strong spark of interest in getting to know one another.
Then, Charlie spilled the beans. “The boys tell me that you’re a wedding planner and you’re gonna plan their wedding.”
“Well, actually,” Luke said, “I’m an Events Planner, but I’d be honored to plan their wedding.”
You could have knocked the two grooms over with a feather duster. They had no idea what Luke did for a living.
“Okay,” Luke said. “Tell me the date, and what you want to include in your wedding. Since same sex weddings are still uncommon, let’s make yours as traditional as possible.”
“They actually did discuss the wedding details all through dinner, and then they stopped to enjoy the drag show.”
“I have to go to the men’s room,” Charlie said, suddenly.
“Me too,” Luke said. I’ll go with you.”
Peter and Carter squeezed their hands together.
“I think our first attempt at matchmaking is really working,” Peter said.
It was.
When Charlie and Luke came out of the bathroom, their cheeks were red.
“I hope you don’t mind, fellows,” Charlie said. “Luke is coming home with me, so you guys can find your own transportation home.”
Luke and Charlie were gone before Carter and Peter could even comment.
*****
How mysterious is life? Peter Rabbit went to the dentist, and not only was his pain gone, but four lonely guys, four great guys, found their soulmates, and became a close-knit family unit.
Posted: 12/30/2022