(******* Editor's note **************
We all know about aids and everything that goes with it. Dave's story takes place when that is NOT an issue - any doctor today would advise protection, etc.
Just don't want anybody saying I am advocating unsafe sex - it's my story!
Sorry for the editorial - harry
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I walked on in a daze, wondering what I was going to tell the doctor and more importantly what he was going to say to me. It also came to me, while I was walking, what was O'Brian going to say? Me standing there naked and my cock all trussed up. My cock started to get hard, thinking about the whole experience.
It was always one of my fantasies to have to be naked in front of clothed people, so it always managed to get me hard. And then to be naked AND hard in front of someone dressed was even more of a turn on for me. Speaking of which I was now beginning to sprout some major wood and these baggy pants were not hiding much. I switched my backpack in front of me and kept walking.
I walked over to the "infirmary" as Professor Welsh called it, student health center. I was getting nervous about his whole thing. I was going to have a heart attack before the day was over, as many times as my heart has raced today and adrenaline pumped through my veins.
I went in and gave my name. The receptionist checked my student ID and then told me to take a seat. While I sat, I worried about the upcoming appointment. My stomach was tied in knots. That made me think of the cum I had drank today, which made my cock throb in my pants, which made me blush reminding me I would soon be in with a doctor, making my heart race. I was a mess! Fuck me! How did I get into this mess?
"Mr. Sullivan?" a nurse called out. I got up carrying my bag in front of me. We went through the double door and she stopped in front of the scales. "Okay, up on the scales, you can take your sandals off." I stood up on the scales, carrying my backpack.
"Sit that down, so we can get your weight, without the pack." I hesitated and then dropped the bag and tried to turn my back to her. If she noticed she didn't comment. "Okay, 202. Now your height." She pulled out the measuring thing and pulled it above me head and then brought it down on top of my head. "Six feet, three inches." I had bulked up, because I wasn't fat, but I weighed more than I had before. I knew something else that had bulked up and I picked up my pack to carry in front of me.
She led me into an exam room and had me sit on the table. She then took my blood pressure, temperature and pulse. When she had written all that down. She said, "Now the purpose of your visit?" She looked at me and I blushed and looked any place but at her.
She looked down and the chart and said, "I see. You are becoming sexually active and want to talk to the doctor about that and be checked out." I was getting hotter and redder. "Is that correct?"
"Yes," I managed.
"Okay," she made a note, stood and said, "Okay, take off your clothes and hang them on the back of the door. Leave your underwear on and sit back on the table." She started to leave.
"I, ah, am, uhmmm, not wearing, ah, any underwear." My voice had gotten softer and softer as I said it and somehow I got redder.
"No problem. Just spread this sheet across your lap. It's not like he hasn't seen it before." She was trying to relax me, but I was only more embarrassed.
She left and closed the door. It didn't take much to get me naked - man I had been doing that a lot lately. I harder, if that was possible. I hoped that I wouldn't start leaking while talking to the doctor and maybe it would go down. I sat on the table and spread the sheet across my lap. I arranged it to pull down on and across my lap to hold my cock down. So I sat with my hands on either side, keeping the tension on it to hold it down.
My heart was still racing. It must have been high when the nurse took it, but she didn't say anything. I sat there, once again, reviewing my continued humiliation. Fuck, what was wrong with me? Should I ask the doctor or would he think I was crazy?
The door opened and the doctor walked in. He walked over to me and held out his hand. "Hello, I am Dr. Krantowsky. How are you today?"
"Hello," I gulped, this guy was about 30, if that old. Dark hair, 5 o'clock shadow, about 6 feet tall and he definitely wasn't skinny standing there in his white coat. His hair was blue black and there was some showing at his collar. I realized I was staring and he was waiting for me to shake his hand. I put out my hand and said, "Sullivan, Dave Sullivan. Fine, thank you." He grip was warm and firm and his hand engulfed mine.
He sat down on the rolling stool and looked at the file in his hands. "So what are you in here for today, Dave?" He looked up from his notes and looked at me, waiting for my answer.
"Doctor, this is not easy to say." I figured I could at least be honest with that. Was it hot in here or was it just me? I think I was beginning to sweat.
He looked at his folder, then looked up at me again. "It says here that you are becoming sexually active and wanted to discuss it." I was red again. "Don't be embarrassed, I am a Doctor and I am here to listen to you. So tell me what you want to know."
I looked at him again, blushed and lowered my head. Fuck, I was such a wimp.
"Okay, then let's start out this way. Are you having sex with men or women or both?"
This wasn't easier for me, "Uhmmm, men."
"Okay, fine. And how long have you been having sex with men, Dave?" He had made some notes in the file and looked up at me. I was going to lose it. He had just written down in my file that I had sex with men! Shit! My life was over.
"Two days"
"Do often have sex with men? Or is something new for you?"
Man, this was hard, speaking of which, my cock was getting any softer either. "I had never had sex with anyone, until day before yesterday." I was not humming and ahhhhing, but I was pausing between words as I struggled to say them out loud.
"And so this sex was with a man?" He looked at me and I nodded.
I tried not to be a woos, so I said, "Yes."
"And have you had sex with more than one man, since then?" He was making notes in his file again.
"Yes." I was really trying not to lose it, but could feel my face heating up even more and my eyes misting up.
"So how many men have you had sex with?" He was looking up at me.
I thought for a moment and tried to figure out all the things that had happened and realized it really was only Bobby and Prof. Welsh. "Two." Heat suffusing my face.
He made a note, "And what have you done, sexually?" He looked up at me; I guess he was trying to look neutral, because I could not read any expression on his face.
Faster heart beat and more heat, I could feel sweat rolling down my sides from my arm pits. "I have sucked cock," I said and the realized how that sounded.
"It's called fellatio, but it is okay to call it whatever you want. Did you enjoy it?"
I bowed my head, got redder and said, "I think so."
"Continue on." He said, looking down and making notes.
"I have put things in my ass, and been fuc.., I mean screwed." This was not going to be easy.
He looked up and said, "Look, it's okay. I understand. It is your first experiences. It is natural to be a bit embarrassed, but believe me you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Did you enjoy having things in your anus? Did you enjoy having a man anally penetrate you?" He saw my embarrassment and I stumbled through the same answer I have given before.
"I just need to know what you are doing so I can correctly examine you and give you advice." He patted me on my exposed knee. That did not calm me down. It made me look at the hairs poking out his collar and made my cock jump and my ass clinch.
"I have been sucked, I mean I had fellatio performed on me." I continued to struggle despite his assurances not to be embarrassed.
"And did you enjoy that?" he said, looking up from the notes he was making.
More heat on my face, "Yes." I didn't have to wonder about that.
"Okay, so how many guys have you performed fellatio on?" he said after he had made some notes.
"Two."
"And did you swallow their semen?" He looked up again.
"Yes," I thought about something, "is that bad?"
"Well, did it make you sick? Did it taste bad?"
He looked up again for my answer. Crimson and at least 102 degree temperature, I said, "No, it didn't make me sick and it didn't taste terrible."
"Well, all it is, is protein, so it is not bad for you." He made some more notes.
"And have you swallowed any other bodily fluids?" He looked up again.
Fucking Shit! This was not getting any easier. "I have tasted piss, I mean urine."
"Okay," he made some notes. "Nothing wrong with that. There are some cultures that make it part of their daily routine." What the fuck! I thought - was he telling the truth? "One thing, consuming urine, especially significant amounts, can be very dehydrating. Make sure you drink plenty of water if you are going to continue with this activity."
"What is a significant amount?" I managed to ask.
"Probably more than a couple of ounces." He must have seen the question on my face. "If you do more than taste it." More embarrassment. "If you drink the amount a man can produce at one time, then that is significant.
"Okay, any other sexual activity?" He looked at his notes, "You mentioned you had been penetrated anally, did you penetrate a man anally?" He looked up at me for my answer.
"No." I couldn't imagine what that would be like. Would I like it? Was it like fucking a woman? How would I ever find out?
"Okay, anything else?" He looked up at me again. I told him no.
"Okay and nothing with a woman? It is okay, if you didn't I am just covering all the basis. And look, I am not judging you or anything like that. There are plenty of men that enjoy sex between two men. There are men who like sex with men and women and there are those who say they only prefer women." He sat up a bit, "I think that there is a scale, of something like one to ten. One is only liking men and 10 being only liking women. I think men fall all along that scale." He smiled a bit. "So just covering all the bases."
I started to say no, and then I remembered Michele, "I, ah," Fuck they were back! "went down on a girl." I barely got that out.
He made a note, "And did you bring her to climax?" He looked up again.
"No."
"Were you aroused when you were doing it?"
I had to think about that. "No, I don't think it was because of her, it was because of the situation."
He looked puzzled and put his right hand on his chin and looked at me, waiting for me to explain."
Redness, heat, Oh Fuck!
"Easy. Easy!" He was up holding me upright. His big warm hands on my shoulders. "I thought we were going to lose you there." He moved his head so he could look me in the face, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I said softly, trying to get a grip on myself.
He let go of me and went back to the stool. I felt my cock stirring from his touch and warmth.
"Okay, take your time and explain the 'situation,' tell me what was going on that did arouse you." He looked up at me again, waiting for me to start.
"This is really difficult. I am so afraid to tell you. You will think I am some kind of pervert or something worse. I am afraid of what you will do to me, or who you will tell." I managed to get that out at one go, but I felt a tear roll down my cheek. This was so fucking humiliating! My shame overwhelmed me.
"Hey. Hey. Hey. It's okay. You really can tell me anything. I am here to help you. And if that means being a listener, that's okay to. If it is medical, I can help with that as well. So take a deep breath and tell me."
"I was in my dorm room, naked," blush, "and the guy I had sex with was there, naked," blush, "and he had just fuc, I mean,"
"Look, fuck the medical terms and just tell me what happened. It is not like I haven't heard the word fuck before." That helped a small part, he really seemed like he might be human after all.
"He had just fucked a girl, woman, on my bed and I woke up and found them and he made me lick his cum out of her cunt, I mean her vagina." I couldn't look at him and knew there wasn't a color to describe what I was.
He made some notes and then looked up at me.
"Okay, that's enough of that for now. I can see that it is difficult for you. We will come back to it later. Right now, why don't we check you out."
He got out the scope and checked my eyes, ears. Had me open my mouth, checked around and had me say ahhhhhh. Then he felt along my throat and chest. His hands were so warm, felt so comforting and sooooo sexy. My cock was making its presence known again.
He listened to my chest, front and back. Then he told me to lie back, as he pulled up the extension on the table. That released the tension on my sheet and my cock pushed up a tent. If he noticed he pretended not to, while he examined my chest and stomach. He moved and arm and saw the missing hair.
"Did you do that or did someone else?" he said rather matter-of-factly.
"Someone else," I manager to say. He didn't comment.
He moved down to my feet and examined them and then my legs. He massaged the calf muscles, then ran his hand along my leg. Then he laid my leg down and went back and ran an hand up my arm. It sent chills up my spine.
"You have no hair on your arms or legs. Did he remove that as well?"
I could only nod this time.
"Is it gone everywhere?" looking towards my obvious tent.
More blushing and a nod.
"Okay, we'll talk about that later." He went back to my legs for a moment, then moved up and said, "Okay, let's see what is holding up this sheet," and pulled it off of me. I reached to cover myself.
"It's okay. I have seen them before. In fact, I have one of my own! So relax. You have nothing to be ashamed of." He put on some gloves and then took my cock in his hand and looked it over from stem to stern. It wasn't under my control and oozed when he handled it. He took some between his fingers and rubbed them together. "Normal seminal fluid, a natural lubricant," he observed which didn't make me any less embarrassed.
He then took my balls and with each one rubbed them complete around. "Healthy testicles, free from any growths. I would say that the penis and testicles are above average for a male your age," he said as he released my balls. "But you know what they say about size?" He looked up at me.
"No," I said.
"Well, it is not how big it is it is how well you use it!" He chuckled. I blushed.
"Okay, turn over and get on your knees, head down on the table." I wondered if my butt was as red as the rest of me as I changed position as he instructed. He pushed the extension in.
He came over and put a hand on my back, "I am going to examine your anus and your prostate. I am going to look and see if everything is okay and fine, so you can continue to have anal sex if you so wish." More heat and more blood rushing out to the surface of my body.
I felt a cold goo on my hole and then I felt him slide a finger in. He put it in all the way and wiggled it around. He touched my prostate and I moaned and blushed again. "It's okay, common response." Then I felt two fingers in my hole and he was moving them around the rim, stretching. Then I felt him insert three fingers and wonder what was going on?
After a few more probes and stretching, he removed his fingers, slapped me on the butt and told me to turn over and sit down. He snapped off the gloves and took a seat on his stool and made some notes.
I had turned around and was sitting there naked as he wrote his notes. My cock would twitch back and forth towards my stomach.
He looked up when he was done and was looking directly into my cock. I guess he saw my cock twitch, because he said, "Good healthy response." He looked closely at my cock, it was oozing again. "When was the last time you climaxed?"
"About a half an hour ago." Redness
"Okay." He made a note. "And how often can you climax in one day?"
"Well, in that last couple of days, four or five." I thought, "Although one time, I think I had six in one day." Then realized what I said and blushed again. Fucking blushing.
"Can you give me anything to keep me from blushing?" I asked then.
He laughed, "No, that is really psychologically triggered. While it is a physical response, it is triggered by what your mind, your brain, thinks is embarrassing." He looked at me again. "It's okay. I am not embarrassed, I know you are and it is okay. Don't worry."
"Now, I see you have had an enema recently." More blushing. "Your anus is probably sore, but it is perfectly fine, it is very elastic. Now a very large penis might be difficult to handle, you should not have a problem with most sizes." He might not be embarrassed, but this was my ass he was talking about.
"Make sure you use some kind of lubricant when someone penetrates you anally. And you might use some appliances to help make yourself more elastic." I guess he saw a puzzled look on my face. "Sometimes called dildos, butt plugs, etc."
Once again he didn't blush, but that wasn't helping me.
"Now, I am going to ask you something and it will be embarrassing for you, but I really need a candid answer from you, if I am going to help you. Okay?"
What could be more embarrassing than what had gone on before? "Sure."
"We need to talk about what's going on in your life and what you are experiencing." I nodded. "Okay, and I think that right now, you can't talk or think about that because little Mr. Dave is controlling things?" He chuckled and looked at my cock.
"So I suggest that I relieve this sexual tension, then we can have a conversation. Do you agree?"
He was right this was embarrassing! Fuck it was hot in here! But I knew he was right. I could only nod.
He moved some things around and put some stuff on the ends of the table, then he said, "Okay, now put your legs right up here." He helped me put my legs into these upright posts. "Lay back and scoot your but towards me." I did as he said, realizing that it was making my butt wide open to him.
"You know there is a old wives tale, an urban myth, if you will, that says if a nurse sees a guy with a hard on- she grabs hold of it and flicks the head of it with her finger and it will go down. Won't happen. Don't work that way. So what I am going to do is stimulate your prostate while masturbating your penis." He looked over at me and saw me darken again.
"You know, like they did in that one American Pie movie?" I got darker red, cause I did know what he was talking about.
He snapped on some latex gloves on both hands. He poured something over my cock and then he spread something on his fingers and started massaging around my hole and finally slipping two fingers in. He got right to that spot and started massaging. At the same time his other hand wrapped around my cock and started stroking. The stuff he had put on my cock warmed up and felt really great!
OH FUCK!?!?!? This was like having that butt plug up my ass and doing sit ups, but about a 100 times more incredible. He seemed to be working this as if it was an everyday occurrence for him. It is a good thing he had my legs in those holders, cause I might have come right off that table from the sensations.
"When you masturbate, do you use a firm tight stroke or a light gentle stroke?" He said, turning to look at me again. DAMN, could I get any redder?
"Firm and tight," I said, trying to keep my breathing even while I answered. Because it was not easy - he was rushing me right along and knew just how to get me there. I was gripping the sides of the table as he continued to work on my cock. He seemed to know exactly what to do, because between the massaging on my prostate and his hand on my cock, there was no holding back and soon I was moaning and groaning and toes curling and then when my whole body was tense, I felt a racking spasm spread through my body and let out an, "ARggggHHHH!" and shot.
The first shot went over my shoulder, the second on my chin and the third on my chest and then the rest rolled out of my cock and collected around the base. He continued stroking, getting everything out.
He pulled his finger out of my ass, grabbed some tissues and started cleaning me up. Now that I had shot, I was back to realizing where I was and what I had just don. I went scarlet again.
He finished wiping everything up, snapped off his gloves, took my legs out and put away the posts, had me sit up, then he snapped off his gloves and sat on his chair. "Okay, is that better? Can we talk coherently now?"
I looked at him and then looked at me, it wasn't helping that I was naked and he wasn't. He seemed to read my mind, cause he said, "Do you want me to take off my clothes, so we can both be naked, will that make you feel more comfortable?" He stood to remove his white coat.
"No, as much as I would love to see that, I don't think it would help me talk better." Of course I blushed again. My doctor was offering to get naked for me!??!
"No, why don't I put some clothes on and that should help." I said, feeling the heat on my face.
"Of course, how dumb of me." He stood and walked over to the hook on the back of the door, got my clothes and walked over and handed them to me. As he moved away, I noticed something. Were his pants tenting? Nah, had to be my imagination. Maybe I should change my mind.
He sat on the stool and made notes while I dressed, looking up now and then, I guess to check my progress. It didn't take long with just the shorts and t-shirt.
"No underwear?"
"No, he tells me what I can wear."
"And this role that he has with you, you say you told him he could do whatever he wants to you?
"Yes."
"And why did you do that?"
"He is helping me explore my sexuality. I guess he went through something similar when he was a bit younger and someone did something similar to him. Now he has such a presence about himself. And I can't help but follow his instructions. Sometimes, I think what I have to do is shameful, or debased or low, but I know that I get so hard when I do the things he asks and I cum, I mean climax, more and more intense than I ever have before."
He was looking at me while I talked; when I stopped he would make some notes.
"So what kind of things is he having you do?" I went through the high points, starting from the beginning and working up until going to see Prof. Welsh. I didn't want to get the professor in trouble.
He made notes, then reviewed them and then looked up. "But you told me you had performed fellatio on two men. Who was the second?"
I was stuck there. "Someone else, I don't want to say, cause I don't want to get them in trouble." I said, looking down a bit.
"Was it Professor Welsh?" he asked - watching my face as he asked it.
"I, ah, he." I was stammering again and blushing.
"Look, it's okay. I know that Professor Welsh has relationships with some of his students. But as I understand it, he always treats them well and always sends them to me to be checked out." I blushed and he smiled. "So I knew before you walked in, you had been with him."
"It's okay, he won't get in trouble." So taking a deep breath; I gave him the reader's digest version of the story. He made some more notes. Then looked up.
"Okay, so how do you feel about all the stuff that has gone on - being naked in front of other people, masturbating in front of them, using things on your anus, being covered in urine, performing fellatio, sleeping on the floor, wearing what he tells you while he wears yours, putting your image on the internet, photographing you while you masturbate?"
I was going to blush, cry and die all at the same time. "No, No, don't get me wrong, I am not judging you. I just ask you how you felt about it."
I looked up at him and said, "I feel ashamed and embarrassed and sometimes debased, when he is asking me and when I am doing it, but I do know that my cock, I mean my penis, has never been so erect for so long and climaxed so intensely as it has over the last day or so." Man, I couldn't believe I had gotten that out! I still blushed.
"Do you think he is going to do you any physical harm? I mean like cut you or maim you, or beat you? You mentioned the ruler he used on your buttock." He looked concerned.
"No, I don't so. How about mentally though? Is this going to warp my mind, make me go crazy, or something?"
"That all depends on how you handle it and how he treats you. Do you feel that he thinks you are beneath him, that he thinks you are some kind of animal or slave?"
"Animal no, but slave, I am not sure. I do think that he cares for me. He has held me sometimes when I am upset and comforted me. So I think he cares what happens to me." I was going to cry again.
"Look it sounds like you are getting a lot of stuff coming at you rather fast." He sat up and looked at me straight in the eyes. "But you seemed to be getting through it and you seem to be getting some pleasure and enjoyment out of it." Blush, blush, blush!!! "But here's what I want you to do. If you ever can't handle it, or need someone to talk to, or just need a friend, you call me. Here is my card, with my cell number on it. Call me anytime day or night. I can come to your place, you can come here, or you can come over to my place."
He pulled out his calendar, turned a couple of pages. "Look today is Thursday. Why don't you see how the rest of today goes and tomorrow. Then you come to my place on Saturday late afternoon - how about 4 pm. Then we can sit down and talk some more about what's going on. How does that sound?"
I liked the sound of that - he was very nice and seemed concerned. Not that I was concerned about Bobby, it was just nice to have a guy I could talk to. "Yes, that sounds great."
"Good, here is the address and phone number." He passed me the card. "Come on over at 4 pm. We can relax kick back and talk." He opened his folder.
"In the meantime, take care of yourself. Check out your anus after anal sex, to see that nothing too rough has happened." I looked perplexed, how was I going to look at my hole. "Use a mirror," he explained, "Or have a friend look at it for you." He chuckled again.
"And use some lubrication on your penis now and then, so you don't rub it raw!" He chuckled again as he saw me blush.
"Take a multi-vitamin, eat regular, get plenty of rest, and don't have an enema every day, otherwise you will become dependant on them. And if you are going to consume a significant amount of urine, drink plenty of water." He smiled again.
He helped me off the table, rested his hand on the small of my back as he led me to the door. He lifted the back of my shirt for a moment, then said, "And get something to hold up these pants. I can see your crack and they might just fall off of you while you are walking across campus." He moved his hand lower and brushed across the exposed portion of my ass. When I jumped he laughed.
I left the medical center and started walking. I had no clue what time it was. I finally saw a clock and saw that I had missed the rest of my classes. So I changed direction and headed back towards my dorm, wondering what Bobby had in store for me next.
When I got to my room, I opened the door and saw Bobby was there with his roommate Tony. They were sitting around the computer looking at something. I walked over towards them and they moved aside. I saw that it was the video of Bobby fucking me. I had to have turned 13 shades of red, realizing that Tony was seeing me getting fucked. I guess Bobby saw my reaction, as he said, "It's alright. It isn't like Tony hasn't seen porn before where some guy is fucking another guy. Hell, on seancody.com, he is always getting straight guys to try out fucking and getting fucked."
"Yes, I just can't believe a guy would let himself get fucked up the ass like that." That didn't help, but added to my humiliation, which was probably the point. I was beginning to understand, after talking with the doctor, that this might be what I needed sexually.
Bobby sat looking at me. I didn't understand what he was waiting for. So finally, I said, "What are you waiting for?" jut a bit miffed that Tony was in the room and they were looking at the vids of me.
"How are you supposed to be dressed when you are in the room?" he asked pointedly.
I felt the heat rushing to my face again and said, "Yes, Sir. I am supposed to be naked." I sat down my backpack and pulled off my shirt and then unbuttoned and dropped my shorts, stepping out of them. My cock was rising again.
"You aren't wearing your clamps and your cock is not tied up. Where are they and why aren't you wearing them?"
Fuck, this was difficult with someone else there. "I got called into Professor Welsh's office again and he took them off of me." I said, trying not to look down and trying to tell it without stammering or losing it.
"I think you better start at the beginning and tell me what happened." He leaned back in my chair and Tony sat down on the bed. I looked from Bobby to Tony and back. "It's okay, you can tell me in front of Tony."
"Yeah, what did you let someone do to you this time?" He didn't sneer when he said it and I didn't hear it in his voice, but it still hit me.
Bobby looked at Tony with his look and Tony sat back and closed his mouth. "Now you can tell us what went on after you left here today," Bobby said.
It was very difficult with Tony sitting there, but now I was sure Bobby was doing that on purpose, to further humiliate me. My cock bobbed a bit and I blushed, but I managed to get out what had happened in Professor Welsh's office. Bobby stopped me when I talked about O'Brian walking in on us.
"So what did he see?" Bobby asked, looking at me as I answered.
"I am not sure, I was naked and my back was to him. I couldn't tell if he saw my cock or not. But he certainly knew I was standing there naked in front of Professor Welsh. I don't know if he saw my cock all tied up or not." I was my usual bright red as I told this in front of Bobby and Tony.
He had me continue, and when finished, Bobby asked, "And what did it feel like getting your cock sucked?"
Intense heat again to my face, "It was good."
"What do you mean good, not incredible, not the greatest thing you have ever felt?" Bobby sat forward and almost demanded.
It was so difficult to look him in the face, when I answered these kinds of questions. "Yes, it was awesome," I admitted.
"And how did that compare to sucking his cock and swallowing his load?" Bobby asked.
I kind of looked at Tony out of the corner of my eye. He was smiling. I flushed a deeper shade of red and said, "That was pretty awesome as well." Then I looked up, "Does make me a pervert? Or some kind of low life, because I actually liked sucking his cock?" I was going to tear up again.
Tony started to open his mouth but Bobby looked at him, Tony closed his mouth and Bobby turned to me. "What do you think?"
"I really don't know!"
"Do you want him to fuck you, like I fucked you?" Bobby asked again.
More redness and again a wave of shame washed over me. "I don't know. I mean it has only been once. It was pretty intense and I got off on it." Fuck, I was saying this in front of Tony.
"And you like having things in your ass?"
I couldn't help it, I could only nod.
"Okay, I can see when need to take a break here and get you some more practice." I didn't know what he meant. But he stood, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. "Come over here and show me what you did to that Prof."
It was so humiliating to have to do this in front of Tony, again. But I did what he said; I got down on my knees in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. The taste of his was incredible. Shit, I was doing it again; I was comparing the tastes of cock. What was I becoming? Bobby called me a cocksucker, it must be true, cause I was doing it again and my cock was saying more! more!
His cock grew as I worked on it. I used everything I had done to him and Professor Welsh before, but some of the stuff Welsh had done to my cock. I was lost in the oblivion of using everything and concentrating on the taste, when I heard Tony say, "Man, he can take the whole thing!"
Heat filled my face as I blushed again, I am sure that Bobby could feel the heat on his cock. Although his cock seemed to have a heat of it's own. The velvety texture of the crown. Fuck! I was doing it again. But, Damn! It did feel good. And my cock obviously liked it. Again, I began to feel some power over the situation, but less with Bobby than I had with Professor Welsh.
In the fog I was in, I had no idea how long I spent there with my mouth and hands. I had used my hands on his balls, as the Prof had done on mine. Once again he was letting me do the work, rather than fuck my face. Then I felt his balls drawing up, him swelling in my mouth and then I knew it was coming. He pushed all the way in and shot a hot load down my throat and then pulled back some and shot the remainder in my mouth. So much that some ran out the side of my mouth.
"Shit, the guy is drinking your cum!" Tony said. That brought me back to reality and I realized where I was again. I had just sucked Bobby off in front of his roommate. "Fuck, how low is that?"
Bobby pulled his cock out and then pulled me to my feet. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close and clamped his lips on mine. Fuck! He was kissing me. Then I felt his tongue force it's way past my lips into my mouth. He explored every part of my mouth. I reached around and hugged him as he squeezed me to him. I tried to get my tongue in on the action. I had read about French kissing, but had never done it with a woman, much less a man.
It was like all the oxygen was pulled out of me in that kiss. Then he broke the kiss and turned to Tony and said, "So I just drank my cum out of his mouth. What does that make me?"
Tony didn't say anything; he just looked down. Bobby let me go and turned to Tony and said, "I think it is about time that you got back to your room."
He grabbed his stuff and headed out of the room. He left the door open when he left.
I was still taken back by what had just happened.
"So what did the Prof say when you left," Bobby asked as he pulled up his (my) underwear and shorts and got himself together.
"He made me go to see the Doctor." I said, still tasting him in my mouth.
"What!" Bobby said, looking up at me. "Tell me what went happened."
"Wait, I really have to take a piss!" I said realizing that I really did.
Thanks again for all the comments, suggestions and photos of guys you think look like Dave and guys you think look like Bobby. Also the photographs of situations you would like to see incorporated into the story. Write to harryrod575@yahoo.com
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