Author: Michael Thomas Ford
Category: LGBT
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I laughed. “Just don’t like the needle, Doc.” Little did he know.
As he busied himself getting his instruments together, I ran my tongue over the spot he’d been working on. Now that I was able to close my mouth, the pain had faded to a dull ache in my jaw, a delicious reminder of his presence. The surface of my tooth was rough where he had replaced my filling, and my whole mouth was filled with the heavy taste of his gloves.
I know most people don’t like to go to the dentist, but I really enjoy it. I love lying back in that big chair with some man’s hands in my mouth, his fingers pressing against my tongue, especially now that latex gloves are standard equipment. I like giving in to him, being in his complete control. I even like the instruments, the way the metal scrapes along my teeth and slides cold and sharp along my gums, ready to prick me if he should falter. I especially like the way my mouth is sore for a few days after a good cleaning, a reminder that someone’s hands have been in there.
I especially look forward to seeing Dr. Wolf. The man looks like he should be skating around an ice rink playing forward for the Canucks instead of holding up dental X-rays and looking for cavities. A big man, he has the beautiful black hair and dark eyes characteristic of French Canadian men, and he draws his words out in a heavy accent that makes me hard whenever he opens his mouth, even if all he’s doing is telling me to floss more. Every time I have an appointment with him, I end up going home and jerking off for hours thinking about him fucking me. On this particular day he had been a little rough on my mouth, and I was already creating the fantasy I would get off on as soon as I was alone with my cock.
Finished with whatever he was doing, he came back and leaned over me. The lower half of his face was covered by a surgical mask, and all I could see was his nose and eyes over the top of the white square. I opened obediently as he brought his hands to my mouth and began to look around inside with a small mirror. I tried not to stare as I memorized the way his thick hair fell casually over his forehead. I took in all the details of his face, from the fine, strong lines of his nose to the dark beard growth that covered his cheeks, storing them in my mind for later use.
Standing next to me, he was pressed against my side as he worked, and I was acutely aware of the pressure of his body against mine. Putting the mirror aside, he took my jaw in his hand and held it firmly as he probed the area of the filling with his fingers. I concentrated on looking at the space where his shirt hung open at the top, trying not to get too worked up. In the hollow of his throat I could see dark fur where his chest hair began in a thick spray.
I pictured him shirtless, and my cock grew another two inches inside my pants, scraping against my zipper painfully. Averting my eyes in an attempt to hold off my hard-on, I tried looking anywhere but at him, carefully scrutinizing a wall chart about partial plates. But I couldn’t help it and ended up staring at his forearms, at the line where the blue latex of his gloves gave way to more hair, which swirled in soft, thick ripples over his skin up to his elbows. I imagined him jerking himself off, how beautiful he would look with his hand holding his prick, his arm moving up and down as he brought himself off. I pictured the hair of his forearm dotted with the white of his cum as he shot all over himself, torturing my cock with the vision.
Inside my mouth, his finger was rubbing steadily along my gumline, moving in small circles around the tooth he’d been working on. My tongue was brushing against his hand as he worked, and through the latex of the glove I could feel the muscles moving beneath his flesh. I started to think about sucking his cock, about the way it would slide in and out of my mouth. I wanted him to wear a rubber when I sucked him so that I could feel his prick beating through the thin skin. I imagined the tip swelling in my throat, growing warm as his cum shot into it and was caught.
It was all too much for me to take. Without thinking, I began to suck gently on the finger that was rubbing my gums, closing my lips around it and letting my tongue trace its way along the length of it. I felt his hand jerk, as though he thought I was going to bite him. I played my tongue over his hand to let him know I wasn’t going to hurt him, and he relaxed a little. A tremor of excitement ran through my body as my fantasies began to move from the hazy world of my mind and became flesh and bone. My lips moved over the surface of his gloved hand slowly as I took in the smell of the rubber, making love to it with my mouth, all thoughts of my circumstances lost in the heat of raw lust.
During all this, I kept my eyes away from Dr. Wolf’s face, afraid that looking at him would force me to lose my nerve. I concentrated on his hand, on his fingers and how good they felt. When he didn’t pull away from me, I let myself move my gaze up his chest to his face. He was looking right at me, his dark brown eyes intent. Beneath the white gauze of the mask, a smile played across his lips. Never taking his eyes off of me and still holding my chin in his hand, he started to thrust his fingers in and out between my lips, letting the tips glide over my teeth and rest just inside my mouth so that I had to lean forward to suck them back in.
Reaching out, I let my fingers fall onto the forearm of the hand I was sucking, stroking the soft hair. The muscles of his arm were thick, stretching sinuously as he moved his hand back and forth over my face, covering my lips with the taste of his gloves. I gripped him tightly, enjoying the feeling of cool latex melting into warm skin several inches above the wrist. As he slid his hand back and forth over my lips, his grip on my chin tightened, holding my head firmly in place as he worked me into a frenzy.
I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the solidness of his body beneath the thin fabric of his blue shirt. His tits were hard, and when I ran my fingers over them he pressed forward against my hand. Taking this as encouragement, I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his waistband. Undone, it hung open, exposing a torso washed with black fur. Running my hand over his belly, I was surprised to find that his body was remarkably well developed, ridged and furrowed like a well-plowed field. His nipples, pink and tender looking, peeked from the forest of hair like two small buds bursting from the earth.
Bringing my hand to his neck, I traced a line down his chest to his waistband, lightly drawing my fingers across his skin and making him shiver. Then, moving back to his chest, I took one of his nipples between my fingers, pinching it. He flinched at the touch, but did not pull away. Still holding it tightly, I tugged on it, forcing him to lean down toward me and letting his hand fall from my lips. When his face was inches away from mine, I reached up and undid the white mask, dropping it to the floor. He gazed down at me, his eyes filled with lust, and I kissed his mouth gently, my tongue teasing his lips with small flutters.
Then I kissed him harder, putting my hand on his neck and pushing deep into his mouth. He sucked in his cheeks, drawing me farther into him and running his tongue against mine hungrily. I felt the scratchiness of his skin against my face as I ground myself against him, the taste of him sinking into my mouth, the smell of his skin surrounding me. As we kissed, he put one hand on my crotch and rubbed my prick slowly, sliding up the length of it and squeezing the head through my pants.
He was still pressed against my side, and I could feel his growing hard-on through his pants. Pushing him away from me, I undid the buttons of his pants and let them fall away. He shrugged his shirt off and stepped out of his pants, standing next to me in white workout briefs that came halfway down his hairy thighs. The fly was held closed by two small buttons, and his balls made a hefty sac that hung at the crotch invitingly. His thick cock was pushed up toward his waist, and the head was pushing out against the skintight material in sharp relief.
I ran my hands over the back of his shorts, feeling the curves of his ass and the muscles of his legs. He was pulling at my shirt, ripping it open quickly and nodding appreciatively when he got a look at my smooth, gym-hardened body. Unbuckling my belt, he put his hand under me and lifted me up in the chair a little, sliding my pants down and off. Because I was not wearing any underwear, my prick sprang up the moment my pants slid over
it. It rose up from my stomach, a smear of cock drool dripping from the head.
Dr. Wolf got onto the chair and straddled me at the waist, his knees fitting comfortably into the side pockets meant for the patient’s elbows. The touch of his underwear on my cock as he sat on me was almost enough to make me come, but I held myself in check waiting to see what he had in mind. Putting his still-gloved hands on my chest, he worked his fingers over my nipples and then down my sides, tickling my skin. As he thrust slowly along my dick, my prick slid between his legs and under him, the head pressing against his balls.
He put his hands on the top of the chair and laid his body along mine. By turning my head, I was able to push my face into the thick, damp hair of his armpit, my tongue licking eagerly at the sweaty skin. As his furry belly rubbed along mine, I explored his body with my mouth, moving along his throat and down his chest, lapping at the hair that covered his skin. When I felt one of his nipples beneath my tongue, I sucked on it firmly, biting down. He responded by thrusting his prick tightly against my stomach, where I felt the entire length of it burning into me.
Unable to wait any longer, I put my hands on his waistband and pulled his underwear down until the head of his cock was exposed. Fat and uncut, it slipped in and out of the sheath of his foreskin as he rubbed against me, the thin skin gliding over the ridge where his head joined the shaft. It was much larger than I had imagined, and the sight of the fat knob surrounded by its translucent wrapper made my ass tingle with anticipation. The shaft itself was immensely thick, and a line of hair ran up the underside for several inches.
Reaching inside, I pulled his balls from their nesting spot, letting them hang over the edge of his bunched-up underwear. The wrinkled sac was oddly smooth compared to the rest of his body, and his nuts sat in my hand like perfectly round stones that had been sitting in a fire and still retained the heat. Behind them, I could feel the hair in the space just below his ass crack. Putting my fingers around the base of his cock and balls, I was unable to touch my fingers together. As I squeezed, his prick swelled with blood, the head turning a dark red color.
Pressing my cock against Dr. Wolf’s, I held them both together tightly, feeling the vein on the underside of his beautiful piece beating all along the length of my tool. His huge balls splayed out over mine, rubbing against them as I played with our dicks, pumping them slowly. He was really leaking juice, and it trickled from his piss hole in a thick stream, running over his head and streaking my hand and cock in sticky strings. I loved the way his foreskin rode over his head, like the skin of a fruit peeling away to reveal the delicious flesh underneath, and I wanted to taste him in my mouth.
“Let me suck it,” I pleaded. “Put a rubber on it and fuck my mouth. There’s one in my wallet.”
He got down off the table and shucked his underwear all the way off. Then he fished in my pants pocket and pulled out my wallet. I know you’re not supposed to keep rubbers in a wallet because they can dry out and all, but I kept one there just in case of emergencies. Dr. Wolf found it and pulled it out. Because he was still wearing the latex gloves, he was having trouble getting the package open.
“Let me do it,” I offered.
I love putting condoms on guys’ pricks, and the idea of dressing up his massive tool was getting me hot and bothered all over again. Pulling out the rubber, I held it up. Like his gloves, it was blue, like a piece of summer sky in my fingers. I sniffed it, letting the scent fill my head. Dr. Wolf pushed a button on the arm of the chair and the back went down slowly until I was almost flat on my back with my head elevated slightly. Then he mounted me once more and inched his way slowly up my stomach, letting his ass slide along my skin. When his cock was bobbing just inches away from my mouth, he stopped and waited.
Placing the condom at the tip of his cock, I carefully rolled it down his shaft, watching as his thickness filled the thin skin and stretched it until it looked like a layer of clear water running down his prick. Leaning forward, I licked his rubber-encased head, tasting the sweet lube that coated it and letting my tongue linger on the sticky smooth surface for a moment. Then, quickly, I slipped him into my throat, surprising him with the speed of my movements. He groaned as my throat swallowed several inches of him, straining against his girth.
I could feel the loose tip of the condom tickling my throat as I savored his cock in my mouth. I sucked at the rubber that surrounded his prick, my tongue massaging his crank and tracing every line of his piece where it creased the smooth surface. Slowly I inched more and more of him into me, pushing forward a little at a time. Finally, I felt the ring of the condom break my passage and tasted hot skin beneath my lips as I buried my face in his bush and the last of him was inside me.
Dr. Wolf put his hands on my face, guiding my movements along his cock. He slid in and out steadily, each time pausing for a moment when the tip reached my lips and letting me suck hard on his foreskinned crown. The feel of his gloves on my skin and the rubber in my throat were intoxicating. I ran my hands over his back and ass, pushing him deeper and deeper into me, urging him to blow his load.
He didn’t need much encouragement. After a few minutes of pumping my mouth, he began to moan, and his hands gripped my head tightly. I sucked harder, really stroking his meat as he thrust, and I could feel him growing even thicker as he reached his climax. I waited breathlessly, anticipating the swell of the rubber. When it came, it was spectacular. The base of his prick twitched, and I felt the rubber ripple as his load raced up his shaft and exploded into the tip. It filled quickly as he came, the empty rubber expanding under the force of his jism until it became a hot bubble in my throat. Churning with his blast, it hung in my throat like a drop of delicious water waiting to fall before some of the cum found its way up the sides of his shaft and the tip decreased in size.
Dr. Wolf slipped his cock out of my mouth and pulled the rubber off quickly. It hung from his hand, the tip fat with cum. He deposited it on the instrument tray attached to the chair, where it lay just out of my reach but right where I could see it, all wrinkled and filled with his essence. Just looking at it made my balls tighten. I wanted to hold it and feel the cum sliding around inside the empty skin. But he had other ideas.
Moving down my body, Dr. Wolf took my cock in his lips, the warm heat of his mouth surrounding me as he quickly began to suck me. At the same time, I felt his gloved hand rub my ass, urging me to spread my legs. I pulled my legs up on either side of me, and he stretched out between them along the length of the examining chair, his feet hanging off the end. With my asshole exposed to him, he began to stroke it. The latex rasped over my hole roughly as he fingered it, probing for entry while he deep-throated me.
Pressing harder, he slipped one finger into my ass, the slippery surface of the glove sliding in smoothly. As he fingered me, he kept up his movement on my cock, matching the thrusts evenly. He really knew how to work my tool, moving from my balls to the tip in long, smooth strokes. As I watched my cock disappearing down his throat, I could hardly believe that he was the same man who had drilled my tooth not so long before.
Soon two fingers were pumping away at my ass, stretching it even wider. The latex slid over my sphincter wetly and easily now that I had loosened up a little, and Dr. Wolf was gliding in and out quickly. When he was able to get three in, he stopped sucking my dick. Kneeling between my legs, he continued to fuck me with his hand, twisting and turning his fingers as he kneaded my insides. His other hand roamed over my body, rubbing my tits and squeezing my balls until I was ready to shoot all over myself. When he grabbed my dick and started pumping it, I thought I was going to pass out.
Dr. Wolf’s prick had become hard again as he fingered me, and now it stood up between his thighs. Pulling his hand away from my ass, he aimed the still-sticky head at my hole and pressed in. His dick pounded into me, pushing me back against the chair as his weight was thrown against my legs, which slid over his shoulders as his gloved hands went around my thighs and held me tightly. He wasted no time, pump
ing my ass in hard bursts that slammed his balls against my ass cheeks and made the entire chair shake. With each thrust, he seemed to move deeper and deeper into my chute, stretching me and filling me with new stores of pleasure. My ass was burning from the heat of his strokes, yet I never wanted him to stop.
Still ramming his pole into me, he snatched the used condom from the table and held it against my face. I could feel the warmth of his spunk through the rubber as he pressed it to my lips, and I sucked it into my mouth, letting the heavy weight rest on my tongue. He drew it away from me, running the end over my lips and my cheek, holding it just out of reach of my tongue. I strained my head to reach it, but the weight of him pinned me back.
He was battering my ass mercilessly at this point, and I knew he was going to blow another load, this time deep in my ass. Milking his shaft with my butt muscles, I rocked against him, my sweaty skin sticking to the surface of the chair with wet smacking sounds. He leaned into me, pushing every last inch of him inside me as he came to the edge.
At the same time, he put the open end of the rubber against my lips, urging me to take it into my mouth. I did so eagerly, my tongue slipping into the opening and discovering there the tastes of rubber and cum all mixed up together. Dr. Wolf tipped the condom up, and I saw his load slide down toward my waiting mouth at the same time as he was getting ready to blow in my butt. As he began to spurt deep within me, the delicious cream flowed out of the rubber and filled my mouth with the thick taste of his cock, coating my teeth and tongue in rich waves that streamed into my throat as I sucked every drop from the condom.
Dr. Wolf was still emptying his balls into me when I let the empty rubber fall from my lips onto my chest. One latex-clad hand was now clamped around my cock, pumping it as he continued to fuck me. It didn’t take long for my overloaded balls to respond, and I spattered his hand with a skyrocket of white that roared from my prick straight up onto his stomach, where it clung in shining droplets to his thick fur. He pressed my dick against his belly, smearing it in the cum-soaked hair, holding it tightly as we both finished shooting.