Cornhole Dumb - 2
An occasional series about an 18 year old dumb farmers son and his er rather large predicament.
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Cornhole Dumb - A new doc in town
Hi, Chris here, remember me and my large predicament? Well it ain't gone away.
Heck, a months gone already, my bro Eddies not wrote once, he mus' be so busy with all that schooling at agriculture college. I sure miss him.
Ma says I'll see him at Thanksgiving though. I can't wait to see him and get back to ol' times, he needs more than a long weekend to catch up on all the ass slamming I'm due.
I'm hanging with Benji W, he's from the Williamsons farm, that adjoins ours, just over the creek, a real big outfit. Pa says Benji W is as dumb as stone on account of his home schooling which was mostly playing nekkid in the dirt.
He's always been a sickly child `cus of his elergy reaction to what his Pa grows, he jus eats rice, chicken and vegetables. He's sure grown up, strong and he's sorta pretty too, he's been scratching at my itch since Eddies upped and gone.
So I'm back at Docs, Pa told me to see him about my itch, he's sick of seeing me parading around naked with a corn cob stuck up my bunghole and I needs to get it fixed.
I'd got an appointment for more probe tests anyhow so I can mention it to Doc Van Deist then.
I'm a little early for my appointment and as I walk in I sees Daisy, the cute girl on the counter walk into the ladies room. I linger and don't want to be late so after a while I tap on Doc's door, there's no answer and so I open it.
I open the door and scan the room. I see Doc testing his new probe out on Benji, he must be doing the final test sequence as he's jackhammering his long probe into Benji's golden tanned butt.
I'm not sure who the other guy is but he looks like a Doc too. I can see his predicament bulging in his pants as he watches, heck we all got `em today, maybe it's catching?
`My apologies Doc, I'll wait my turn outside'.
`No, no, come in quickly, and close the damned door',
`Oh yeah, it's still a secret test ain't it, till the results is published? I clean forgot, but pleased you got more er particip.. er people to join in',
`Quit talking Chris, your distracting Doc from his aim', moans Benji, his pecker swinging up on every thrust from Doc.
I knew it was Benji when I barged in, from his tan, I'd know that sun tanned butt anywhere.
Doc grunts and Benji moans, it looks like Doc has finished his tests. His probe has softened and slipped out it needs to recover now. That's a big drawback I'm thinking, but these medical brains will know bettern me jus a farmyard rat as Eddie calls me.
Doc introduces his associate Dr Daily, Roger Daily. Doc explains he's doing a study on Prostate gland sensitivity. Using the new implant techniques.
Makes sense Doc, Pa's always talking bout efficiency, looks like you're killing one bird with two probes',
Precisely' says Dr Daily. I'll conduct my tests with you, that will give time for Doc Van Deist to write up his tests from Benjamin here.
`Makes best use of time' I say.
So can I go Doc Daily?' Says Benji W, I got a lot to do today and I'll be missed',
`Sure Benji, I'll write you your next appointment and it will be with Doc Van Deist, if in the meantime you could practice your probe handling with Chris that would make the results more accurate next time.'.
Doc Daily undresses, no wonder his pecker was pushing out, he's clean forgot his boxers shorts too.
He's got the perfect build for the probe to work, his probe is maybe even longer and fatter than Docs, definitely fatter than Eddies.
I undress, and as I stand naked, boned. I yawn and flex, I see the two docs look at each other and high five.
Doc Daily asks me a lot of questions about my itch, when did it start, how did I ease it.
`Well Doc Daily, it starts mostly on a morning when my er predicament is it's largest and then at various points of the day, when I think of Eddie or Benji or even Pa and to relieve it, well ...'
`Carry on Chris, I'm a medical man, you can't embarrass me',
`I takes a cob, spits on it and pokes it up my pucker',
`My that's very interesting for my studies. How long is the cob do you think?',
I notice him gripping his package,
`I got one right here Doc'.
I get it out of my bibber pocket,
`Can you demonstrate Chris',
`Sure can Doc, showing is bettern telling for me',
I spit on the cob and bending my legs to widen my crack I smeared my bunghole with saliva and push it in, wiping my habds on my thighs, I feel the relief instantly.
Doc Daily knelt and made a twirl sign with his fingers, I rotated. Doc was looking at the cob stuck out of my butt and seemed to be sniffing at it and as I rotard my cock too as it bobbed right in front of his mouth.
May I?' He said, my olfactory probe can tell a lot about your general health',
`Sure, you're the Doc'.
He pushed his olfacsomething into my pubes and sniffed, then he probed under my nuts,
Mmmm' he said, the readings are getting stronger',
Then he turned me around, I wanted to warn him about the corn cob jammed in my bunghole but it was too late.
Doc must've pulled it out with his teeth and somehow fallen forwards and his olfacsomething pushed into my bunghole, he mewled like Eddie did sometimes when I was blowing him, and then he must've spat or sneezed right in my crack wetting my bunghole and licking up to clean it. I'd have used a tissue myself but I expect it happened too quickly to think of that and, as a Doc, he must be used to all sorts of secretions.
I noticed his predicament was huge now and dripping cock honey from his slit down his shaft.
`Looks like you're nearly ready Doc' I said
`Yes, thankyou. I need you to calibrate the probe',
`Oh yeah, I remember, I gotta suck your probe real good',
`Good memory Chris'.
I hold his cock, evaluating it, it's a thick one alright, long too. I take him deep, he's got a clean antiseptic taste, definitely a medical man, I see if he likes my tongue tickle, oh he does, he's gripping my head and doing what Eddie does, sorta fucking my face.
I pull off. `Have you started the tests Doc?'
`No, no, just testing the mode change function',
that makes sense' I say Doc had awful trouble with that last time',
`We've had a software upgrade since then. Now if you'll lean over the bed',
`How will you see my reactions? Doc says they was important for the study?',
`And so they are, see there's a camera now, we are recording the session and the measurements side by side',
`Prostate probe test, Patient Chris Johnson, Johnson's Farm, Creek Road, Stafford, Iowa.
`Ain't that something. Oh fuck Doc, pardon my language but is that a baseball bat?'
`No, no, just my dick, I mean probe. I was chosen for the test as my skin to skin area has a lager surface area to detect smaller changes, my being particularly well endowed',
`Ain't science a marvel, oh fucking, fuckety fuck Doc, right there, oh baby yeah, you can plough me any day',
He continued, he wasn't shouting out the tests like Doc did, he said it was all automated.
He bucked me like a champ, groaning and a moaning, changing the probe angle, my ring was burning and any thought of an itch had disappeared.
`Oh Doc, I'm gonna leave a deposit if you don't let up',
He pulled out. I turned to ask how the tests were goung. He pulls our bodies tight together and he thrust up and down, rubbing our cocks up our abs, trapped between us, warm and tight. We shot together and as we did he made out with me, shoving his tongue in my mouth as his spermatozoa gushed from his probe and up my body, I must admit this triggered me and I shouted `sweet Jesus' as I shot, muffled by his fat tongue lodged in my mouth. My ass cheeks twitching and my balls pulsing.
He pulled off, we were dripping in our mixed up emissions,
`mouth cavity 98.4 Kelvin' Doc said calmly.
He had zero reaction to what just happened. Now thats what I calls a pro-fessional, I'd be whooping for joy after cumming like that.
I was wiped out, my hole burning and I was sweating like a hog.
He pulled a few sheets of tissue off the bed roll and passed it to me as he cleaned himself up. He dressed quickly and wrote out his notes.
`I'll see you next month, with Mr Benjamin Williamson, we can do a double test, thats more efficient',
`That makes sense' I said.
As I left Mr Jones from the General Store was waiting, `I sure as heck want the treatment your getting, whaddya say you've got?'
`It's my er predicament sir',
It had just about receded to decency.
`Mighty fine specimen it is too son',
`Thankyou Sir, I'm much obliged'.
I left, my legs like jello and took some time in the `Bakin' Inn' cafe over the road, a couple or three of their Pride of Iowa cookies and a coffee is just what I need.
If you see Ma then don't tell that I said their cookies tasted even better than Ma's or she'll whoop my behind.
TBC