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Drill 'n Fill
I've been going to the same old dentist for almost thirty years - - and when I say "old", I mean it. He was old thirty years ago, so it came as no surprise when I called for an appointment and was told that he was retiring, but he had a new "associate" who would be taking care of me. I was just surprised to learn it this way. He was really a family friend -- I even called him by his name, Ben, and not "Doctor" -- so I thought someone should have told me about it sooner. Anyway, all this notwithstanding, I had my appointment and would talk to Ben when I saw him.
As I usually do, I had asked for the last appointment of the day so I didn't have to leave work early. I could get from my office to his with about fifteen minutes to spare, and that day was no exception. I walked into the reception area at fifteen minutes before my appointment, signed the book by the window, sat down, and took out a couple stories from Nifty that I had printed off to read when I had some spare time. I had just finished reading a story about some guy who was rooming with two girls and had just had one of their boyfriend's end up in his bed. I was sort of daydreaming about it when the door to the inner offices opened and I heard someone call out my name.
Looking up, I saw a six-foot-two, dark-haired, italian-looking, gorgeous male figure standing in the door. From the description I had just read, he could have stepped right out of the story! Only his white coat helped keep a touch with reality.
He was far enough away that I could get a good look of the whole image without having to move my eyes up and down and give away my thoughts. Between the story and what I was looking at, I had a definite bulge in the front of my trousers. Standing up, I held the story pages in the classic hide-the-woody pose and walked to the door. Of course, by now, as I was the last patient for the day, there was no one else in the reception room, so it was only from him that I was trying to cover my obvious excitement.
He just looked at me and smiled, holding out his hand and saying: "I'm Doctor Martin." Hesitating for only a moment, he continued: "Ben says you're an old friend, so just call me Gary."
For a moment I was stunned. He said his name was Gary. More deja vu! (That was the boyfriend's name, wasn't it?) Finally recovering my composure, I muttered, "Oh. Hi, Gary. I'm Peter... but you know that. Where to?"
"Go on into Room 3," he replied. "I'll be right in."
I walked down the narrow hallway and turned into Room 3 and sat on the edge of the lounge-like chair, waiting for someone to come in and clip the bib around my neck.
A couple minutes later Gary came into the room.
"Where's your chairside?" I asked.
"Oh, she and the rest of the office crew already left for the night. For what you need done, I can handle it without help," he continued as he clipped the bib around my neck. "Now lie back and open wide." My first thought was "You have no idea how much I'd like to do that. If you are going to climb aboard, I'll open as wide as you could want.", but I managed to hold my tongue and opened my mouth as I was told.
As soon as I was in position he had the needle in his hand and was pulling the right side of my lips and cheek out to the side to give me the shot of novocaine.
I was still gripping the papers, which included the stories I had been reading, and slipped them under my left thigh so I didn't have to hold onto them. By now, of course, whatever excitement I had exhibited before was long gone.
"I'll be back in a few minutes.we'll give that shot time to work, then I can see about taking care of that broken filling," he said over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.
I could hear him moving around down the hall along with the sound of running water and something clanking against something else. "I'd like to have his balls clanking against mine like whatever that is," I thought to myself. "That is one tasty looking piece of dentist meat."
My mind started to wander down that trail of fantasies and I imagined him coming back into the room with nothing on but his white coat, opened of course, and a pair of very filled-out tighty-whities. In my mental wanderings, I pictured him walking over to me and lifting my right hand, placing it against the thick, warm shaft that lay pointing up and to the left under the soft cotton fabric. I could imagine feeling it pulse and grow under my hand as I lightly ran my hand back and forth over its tubular outline until it was pointing almost straight up and the head was about to push its way out the top of the elastic waistband. I could hardly wait to see it appear and then sit up and envelop it with my hot mouth!
While I was dreaming of what I'd like to do, I was slowly rubbing my now re-aroused boner that was lying in the crevice at the top of my left thigh. Hearing Gary coming back down the hall toward the room, I quickly pulled the papers back out from under my leg and lay them on my lap, hoping to cover any 'telltale signs'.
"You should be about ready," he said as he came in and took a seat on the little stool beside the chair. ("You don't know how ready!" I thought.) "Now let's take care of that tooth."
Pulling up his mask, he leaned forward and looked into my mouth. "There it is. "Wow! You did a good job on that one!! It's fractured three different ways. How did you do that?"
"I grind my teeth," I muttered through my novocained floppy lips.
"That's an understatement," he replied. "You've worn most of your teeth down to where there really isn't much left of them! I think we're going to have some work ahead of us."
"I know. That's what Ben has said for the last five years."
"Well, time to get to work," he said as he put the suction tube into my mouth and reached for the drill. As he did that, his elbow caught the edge of the papers on my lap and they spilled onto the floor. "We'll get them later," he said as he pulled the drill into position. I was hoping that there wasn't anything "incriminating" showing (like the Nifty URL or the story titles).
Having looked down when it happened, I did see one thing. My cock was clearly outlined under my khakis even though it was mostly soft by this point. When I lay back and turned toward Gary so he could get to my mouth, I would have sworn I saw him looking right at it; but he quickly turned to me and said, "Open wide."
After what seemed to be two hours of grinding and scraping (must have been at least two or three minutes), he pushed the drill back, squirted water into my mouth, and said the dentist's perfunctory "rinse and spit!". I leaned up toward the little bowl and did as I was told.
As I lay back down, he stood up. His crotch was no more than a foot from my face and his white coat was opened enough that I got a really good look. It matched everything else. There was no doubt that those slacks were inhabited by something spectacular! In less than a couple seconds -- although long enough for me to become extremely interested -- he turned and went around behind me. I could hear him mixing the amalgam for the new filling.
When he came back, he straddled the stool and pulled his coat open as he sat down. Yep! It was just as I had thought I saw it before. It must have been hanging down a good 5 inches or so on the inside left leg of his trousers. You could just make out the ridge that marked the base of its head. The head seemed to be a long, sloped strawberry shape ("all the better to fuck you with, my dear.." I thought again).
What was going on? I couldn't stop having fantasies about that man!! He was just too good to believe -- and, no doubt, as hetero as they come. What a waste!! No girl deserves that! She could never enjoy it as much as another guy could! Why is that always the case? The really delicious ones never turn out to be gay! There ought to be a rule. If he's gorgeous and hot and hung, he has to be gay!! Oh, well..
As he was busily working in my mouth, he rolled on the stool until he was right up against the arm of the chair. Actually, it was his crotch that was right there. I just couldn't resist it. I slowly moved my right arm up and out until I "accidentally" brushed my elbow right into the target area. He didn't move! I mumbled an apology through his hands and all the equipment stuffed into my mouth and moved my elbow back a fraction of an inch.just so it didn't actually touch him any more.
He rolled slightly forward and sure enough, my elbow was again touching the cloth covering that wonderful joy rod. He must have stayed there a good fifteen or twenty seconds before he rolled back a little. "Was that accidental? Or intentional? .. Must have been accidental," I thought.
There was certainly no way he was going to come on to me. No way!! Let's look at it. He's in his late twenties or very early thirties and I'm just over fifty. He's a gorgeous, single man (at least he isn't wearing a ring), and I'm married with grown kids. I'm not bad looking, but I'm no movie star either.
Then he rolled forward again to where my elbow was right against what felt like that same beautiful tube I had glimpsed earlier. That's when I felt it pulse against me. Without looking over or making any other outward sign, I lightly pressed my elbow against what felt to be a slightly more resistant, or rubbery, something under the cloth of his trouser leg. It pulsed again!
That was all it took. My own manhood started to swell and rise. I could feel it pressing upward against my khakis and knew that it was becoming visible. There was going to be no mistaking it this time. Just as this happened, Gary pulled everything out of my mouth, squirted water in again, handed me the little cup with watered-down mouth wash, and repeated his earlier instruction, "You can rinse and spit now."
I again did as told, only this time, instead of lying right back down, I started to try and reach for the papers that had fallen on the floor to my left side. "I'll get those for you," he said, almost pushing me back down and reaching across me to the floor.
As he did, his chest rubbed right across my semi-stiff rod. He couldn't have missed that . could he? When he straightened back up, he handed the papers to me and I quickly straightened them and dropped them face-down on my lap. "Whew!" I thought, maybe I had managed to cover it and he hadn't noticed. ??
That's when he said, "I liked that story about the roommate's boyfriend. Did you notice he was named Gary too?"
Somehow I managed to gather enough composure back to croak out, "You. you've. read the story? You know about Nifty?"
"Sure. I've been reading their stuff for several months now. Someone I was talking with in a chat room put me onto them. Been going in regularly ever since."
That's when I decided to go for broke and asked right up front, "you mean you're gay?"
"No any more so than Nathan Lane or Elton John," he replied with a big grin. "But why are you reading that stuff? You're married. Unless. Are you bi?"
"Sort of, I guess. That's always the question. But when I really think about it, I may be married, but I think I'm really just plain gay. I can do my 'husbandly duties' when I have to, but it's not my first choice -- and it really wouldn't be my second if I didn't have to."
"I get the feeling that there is something around here that's more like your first choice," he said frankly, reaching across and lightly stroking my now raging hard-on through the tan cotton of my slacks. "Do you think so?"
"Bingo!" I said through my numbed lips (so it sounded more like "plingbo"). "There is something here that is definitely 'USDA choice', I would say."
He didn't say another thing at that point. He just stood up and dropped his white coat off his shoulders and arms onto the floor. Then he lifted the right arm of the chair and in one fluid movement was straddling me -- and the chair -- with his crotch right against mine!
I couldn't hold back anymore. I reached out with my right hand and turned it so that I could stroke the inside of his thigh where I had seen his trouser snake a few minutes before. Sure enough, it was right there and nicely rigid, trapped by the leg of his boxer shorts (yes, I could feel exactly what was going on in there). I held it for a few seconds and felt it pulse and throb in my hand. A small wet spot appeared on the inside of his pants leg down by where the head had to be.
He wasn't wasting any time either. He had already unbuckled my belt and was working at the slide fastener to open the waist. In another few seconds, he had it opened, unzipped my fly, pulled it apart and was digging for my own throbbing pole.
I mirrored his actions and soon had his trousers unzipped and was pulling them -- with the boxers inside them (no, he wasn't wearing the tighty-whities I had imagined earlier) -- open as far as I could in his present stance. I could now see the dark line of his treasure trail as it disappeared into the bush of curly black hair surrounding the top of what looked like a light brown, vein-topped, piece of broom handle.
His right hand had now managed to free my steel-hardened manmeat and had it out and up in the open between us. With his left hand, he was reaching into his shorts and pulling his own overheated tool out and into the playing field along with a really nice, loosely hanging set of spunk-generators. As soon as his was out and free, he moved forward and spread his legs to lower himself and put them together -- underside to underside and balls to balls. Then he wrapped them both in his large right hand. Between the position we were in and the size of his engorged cock, a good 8 inches at least, it made my own six-and-a- half inches look like a pre-teen's boy prick in comparison.
But how beautiful his prick was!!! It was ramrod straight, only a very slight upward curve to it, and the bright pinkish-grey head was almost a perfect strawberry shape with just the right slope from the tip back to its rim -- just the kind that goes in so nice!! As I watched, its color became more and more red, and then it pulsed and a shiny droplet of man-dew formed and rolled out of the slit.
Slowly he began to move his hand up and down, jacking them together. I could feel the wire-like hairs of his ballsack like steel wool against the base of my shaft just above where it disappears into my own scrotum. It really turned me on!! He pushed himself down against my lap so that the contact was increased and I could feel the heat of his excitement. He gyrated and pressed even tighter against me, his head lifted up and his eyes tightly closed. He was definitely enjoying this as much as I was.
The first drop of pre-cum had been followed by more and there was enough gathered at the lips of his slit that it was now beginning to flow down and under the head, down the underside of the shaft, and almost about to touch the end of my cockhead. Then I felt my own cock pulse and it's own dollop of pre-cum issued out just as his reached that point. The two droplets touched and merged. I wanted it on my tongue so badly, but, of course, it was too far away and there was no way I could reach it from the position I was in.
He continued to rub and jack slowly for several minutes. Then he suddenly stopped and lifted his leg back over the chair and me. "Let's get these damn slacks out of our way," he said. His voice was low and throaty, showing the signs of his arousal. He reached down and, as I lifted my ass slightly off the chair, he grabbed my waistband and pulled my trousers and shorts down to my ankles. Just as quickly, he pulled my shoes and socks off and then pulled my clothing the rest of the way down and off over my feet. I was now lying there in the chair wearing nothing by my shirt. In another three seconds he had dropped his own slacks and shorts. Using his toes to hold them in place, he stepped out of his pants, shoes and socks until he was wearing nothing but his shirt as well. Then he straddled me and the chair again.
This time I could feel his bag-full of goodies hanging down and resting atop my own. He wasted no time re-encircling the two throbbing pricks in his right hand and began to jack them again - - this time a bit harder than before. By now both were flowing with a nearly steady stream of pre-cum. He used his left hand to smear the slick goo over both heads and down onto the shafts where it lubricated his right hand's motion.
Then he let loose of the paired cocks with his hand and leaned forward. As he planted a kiss on my lips, he began to rock back and forth rubbing our groins and the two stiff rods together between us. The sensation was strange since the right side of my lips were still numb, but somehow specially exciting. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his back pulling him down tight on me as I felt his tongue penetrate the space between our lips and begin its exploration of my mouth. The first thought that passed through my mind was that I was glad I had rinsed out the dental sawdust earlier, then it went right back to exploring all the sensations of his tongue, his lips, and the rest of his body touching me.
That drill between his legs sure felt a lot better plowing its way back and forth through my pubic hairs than the one he'd had in my mouth earlier. .but I wanted that thing inside me somewhere. It sure looked good enough to eat!! But that wasn't what I had in mind now -- just a mouth-full wasn't going to satisfy me now.
I wanted to feel that eight inches of ramrod pounding deep into my fuck chute -- right up to the hilt!! I wanted to feel it unload its sweet man juice deep inside me, splattering and flowing all over the recesses of my guts! I wanted to watch his face as he pumped his manhood into me and filled me with his hot lava! I wanted to see his jaws tighten and his eyes clamped shut, his arms straining and his back as straight and rigid as his pole inside me, as he shuddered and thrust himself deeper yet spilling his hot seed out into me! I wanted him to fuck me like there was going to be no tomorrow!
Reaching down between us with my right hand, I managed to push his rigid pole down and between my legs. The slickness of all the pre-cum between our bellies made it slide right on down, and lubricated the area under my balls where he had now started to slowly push himself deeper. Ooooohhh, that felt incredibly good!!!
He still had his lips on mine as he pumped between my legs, pushing until the head of his throbbing rod was rubbing against the area between my balls and my pulsating, pink flower. I was getting hotter by the second (if that was possible!)!!
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. Turning my head to the side to break the kiss, I managed to croak out the sounds "I want you to fuck me! Now! Please."
"Right away, babe," he replied, already lifting his leg and turning to free mine that had been trapped by him. As soon as I had enough clearance, I reached down with both hands, grabbed behind my knees, and pulled them up and outward to open my doorway to him.
He pivoted again back into the straddle position over the chair this time just below my upturned pucker. I lifted my legs as much as I could and felt him reach down with his left hand and guide the tip onto its target. He began to rub it back and forth, up and down, over the sensitive brownish pink spot that almost reaching out to grab him.
Then I felt more movement and saw him reach out with his right hand onto the instruments table and pick up a small tube. Letting loose of himself, he transferred the tube to his left hand, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a small amount of its contents onto his right palm. It was apparently some kind of lube, as it reflected the overhead light. Then he re-grasped his ramrod straight cock and spread it over the head and first couple inches of its shaft.
Re-directing the tip back to its goal, he pushed forward slightly and I felt the wonderful sensation of the warm head as it pressed in and began to stretch my sphincter. I was ready! I was completely relaxed and pressed out with my muscles to open myself to him.
I could feel the beginnings of his penetration!! There was no pain at all. Just like I had thought before, that head was perfectly shaped for a smooth and pleasant entry. It just slid right in like it had been custom fitted to me.
Suddenly I had that wonderful, full feeling as he speared himself the rest of the way into me and I finally felt the brush of his pubic hairs against the underside of my balls.
"Ooooohhhh, that's so nice!!" I muttered. "Hold it there for a minute and then give me the good fucking I need so bad."
He just looked down at me with those incredible eyes and smiled. Then he pushed himself even tighter against -- and into -- me, wriggling his gorgeous little butt to drive himself as far in as possible and stir my insides with the swollen, pulsing head. I was in heaven!!!
Very slowly he began to withdraw out of me until only the head was inside, then, again very slowly, he pushed back into me. He repeated this slow action another five or six times before he began to move a little faster. The head of his love tool had found the perfect groove and was riding my prostate like it had eyes and could see just where to go!! My ass wouldn't stay still on the chair. It was moving in every direction to increase the contact and incredible sensations that were enveloping my whole lower body and crackling like an electrical fireball between my legs!!
"NNNnnnnnngggggggggg!! OOOooooooohhhhhh, myyyy goddddddd! Ooohhhhh, yessss!" I hissed between my clenched teeth. "Ooooohhhh, baby! Oooohhh, that is grand!! My god, do you know how to fuck an ass!!! OOOOoooohhh, give me more of that wonderful cock, baby. Fuck me!! FUCK ME!!!"
He leaned forward again, reaching his hands under my armpits and grabbing onto my shoulders to hold me and pull himself into me. He again pressed his lips to mine and his tongue filled my mouth like his raging cock was filling my ass!! I was in overload!! I couldn't believe this absolutely incredible young stud was giving me the ride of a lifetime. I've been fucked by what I thought were masters before, but nothing I could remember compared to this!!
I don't know exactly how he did it, but his motion, his deep thrusts, his chest rubbing on mine, his cock riding the sweet spot of my insides -- it was all too much!! My whole body was on fire!!
I let loose of my hold behind my knees and wrapped my legs around his ass and used them to pull him in and hold him against me. My hands went up and around his back and were running up and down pulling him down to me and caressing and massaging the muscles that I could feel standing out from his exertion.
I could feel every motion and every millimeter of his steel-hard pole inside me -- the rippling caused by the wide rim of the head as the diameter of the shaft lessened slightly behind it, the opening and closing of the walls of my chute in front of and behind the head as it moved in and out, the friction of his incredibly smooth and soft outer skin covering the wonderfully hard rod as it moved through the lips of my sphincter. All of it was absolutely perfect!!
I wanted it to go on forever.but also wanted even more so for his to go faster and harder and leave the gift of his hot liquid man love, filling my guts with his spunk!
Suddenly he began to move faster. You could hear the sweaty, wet, slapping sounds as the top of his thighs met the bottom of my butt cheeks. He was starting to churn! His slow long strokes were now being replaced by short, fast, hard thrusts. It felt that he was only withdrawing a couple inches but still managing to jam another four back in.
My own overcharged cock was being ravaged by the movement of his body on top of mine. I was getting close to edge! The kiss had been broken and my head was rolling from side to side. His head was raised, his back arched and every muscle I could see was flexed and knotted. His eyes were clamped shut and his mouth was open. His breath was coming in gasps!! I knew he was also about to go!!
Faster and faster his hips jammed into me!!! Tighter and tighter he gripped my shoulders and pulled me down onto himself!! Then he rammed his glorious tool in to the hilt and held it there!! "NNNNNnnnnngggggghhhhhh!!!!" The sound started deep in his chest and worked its way up and out through his nose and open mouth. "NNNnnngggggaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! I'm cummmmmminggggggg!! He finally managed to speak. "I'm cummminnnggggggg, babe!!"
Then I felt it as the first glorious shot of man lava travelled up his magnificent spike and erupted into me!! His whole body was trembling, as I felt that joy of joy's inside me swell, rise up to press against my inner walls, and unload its sticky, thick, gob of cream deep inside my guts -- and my spirit. I was beyond heaven!! I could have died then and there with a smile on my face that would last through eternity.
That was when my own balls tightened and sent their own load of pearly-white jizm into the confined space between us. As I did, I could feel my sphincter clamp tightly onto Gary's shaft, and the muscles in my chute began to massage -- almost sucking -- his head and the shaft inside me. I felt his cock swell again and deliver another large blast of his creamy spunk. My own responded in kind. Together we matched shot-for-shot another three or four times.
He slowly started to withdraw then push back to the hilt and hold it there for a second as his plowhead pulsed and planted more seed. At least five times he repeated this movement, until I could feel him already starting to soften inside me. Finally, he stopped and just lay himself on top of me, breathing heavily.
I wrapped my arms around his back and held him to me. He lifted his head slightly and I lifted mine to meet him and we kissed lightly then broke away. We just lay there like that for several minutes. I reached up with my right hand and stroked his hair on the back of his head.
He turned his face down and kissed me lightly on the chest. I lifted my head up and kissed him on the top of his head. "That was wonderful," I whispered to him. "That was absolutely wonderful!"
Slowly he raised himself until he was standing back where it had all started. I felt the slight pop as his now totally deflated manhood was pulled out of me. "I guess we better get dressed," he said.
"Yeah," I replied. I guess it was one of the 'awkward moments' you read about.neither of us seemed to be able to come up with much to say. He got dressed. I got dressed.
As I started for the door, I turned back and said, "I guess I'll have to call for another appointment?"
"Sure. yeah, sure. do that tomorrow," he stammered back, as I started through the door to the reception/waiting room.
"Hey, wait a minute, Peter," he called out, "you forgot these," he said as he held out the pages with the Nifty stories.
"Oh, thanks," I said as I took them from him, and started to turn back to the outside door.
"Wait a minute," he repeated. "Wait a minute." Then he walked over to me, reached out and pulled me to him, and pressed his lips on mine. "That was too good to ignore," finally said, breaking the kiss. "Are you doing anything tonight?"
"No. I don't have any plans." I said.
"Good. Follow me to my place. We can find something to eat and maybe we can pick this up where we left off."
My heart began to race and I could hardly answer. "Sure. Let's. Where are you parked?" I said as I followed him out the door. _________________________________________________
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