Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2010 06:33:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: RM Dexter <rmdexter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Born to Suck  Ch. 3

Born to Suck    Ch.3      by rmdexter

As I heard the other boys coming in, I rushed down to the dining room and
was one of the first ones in line for lunch. As one of the councilors
filled my plate, I saw Mrs. Nesbitt take a tray of food and a drink down
the hall for Mr. Jarvis. Whereas the other councilors always ate with us,
Mr. Jarvis nearly always took his lunch alone in his office.

I felt like I was floating on air as I ate my lunch. For some reason, the
food tasted better than I ever remembered. I wondered if it was the effects
of the vitamins that Mr. Jarvis was giving me taking effect all ready. If
this was the way they made you feel, I couldn't wait to get more!

I finished my lunch in record time and took my usual spot on the bench
outside Mr. Jarvis' office in case he finished early too. He must have made
quick work of his lunch as well because he checked to see if I was there
about fifteen minutes earlier than our scheduled appointment. Not that I
was complaining or anything. As I breezed past him into his office, I was
only too happy that he was ready to give me my next dose of medicine
already. As he locked the door behind me and walked back behind his desk, I
noticed he didn't have the bandage on his hand that he'd been wearing
earlier.

"Mr. Jarvis, what happened to your bandage?" I asked as I pointed towards
his unbound hand.

"Oh....uh.....yeah. I...uh...I took it off to wash my hands after
lunch. Thanks for reminding me. I better put it back on." He opened one of
his lower desk drawers and pulled out the bandage. I watched as he wrapped
it around his wrist and hand and fastened it with the clips to hold it in
place. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, it's time for your afternoon dose of
medicine." He rolled his chair around until he was facing sideways to his
desk. "Come and get it, son," he said as he nodded to the spot on the floor
in front of him. I instantly came around the desk and once again helped him
out of his clothes. Once he was naked, he sat back down in his chair while
I opened the top drawer and lifted out the jar of Vaseline. I had already
come to love the smell of it, "Baby Fresh Scent". There was something
wickedly sinful about that innocent fragrance combined with what we were
about to do.

"Now do it just like you did this morning, Joey, and you'll get another big
mouthful," he said as I crawled forward between his spread thighs. Once
again I wrapped my hands around that thick beautiful cock and locked my
lips down just past the big mushroom head. We took our time and he told me
some different ways he wanted me to stroke his cock before finally giving
me another succulent mouthful of warm thick cream. He got me to clean his
cock again with the hot steamy washcloth and then sent me on my way. With
three thick gooey loads sitting nicely in my stomach, I was happy for the
rest of the day.

The next day when he let me into his office, I commented that he wasn't
wearing the bandage again. He said that his wrist was feeling a little
better but he felt that it was probably best if he let me jerk him off into
my mouth for another day or two yet. That was fine with me as I got to feel
that powerful piece of muscle in my hands again. He fed me two more loads
of medicine in the morning again and then another right after lunch. I was
feeling really good and was getting used to taking three doses a day. It
seemed like the more he gave me, the better I felt. I guess he was right
about the vitamins and nutrients that the doctors had told him about.

About an hour after he had dismissed me on that Tuesday afternoon, Carl
appeared and knocked at my door. "Joey, you need to go down to Mr. Jarvis'
office. There's a lady from Social Services there." I immediately became
alarmed that somehow somebody had seen what Mr. Jarvis was doing for me and
had alerted someone in authority. I slowly went downstairs and approached
Mr. Jarvis' office cautiously. I could see the door was open and then I
heard his voice speaking loudly from within.

"Are you kidding me? Where did these people come from?"

"When the Quigleys decided to give Joey up, his case was assigned to me," I
heard a woman's voice respond from inside his office. I stopped just
outside the door and listened attentively. "After reading his file, it
seemed to me that when his parents died, the trail to look for any living
relatives of his parents ended pretty quickly. I'm not sure what happened
then. Anyways, I did a little more digging and found a cousin of his
mother's. They live on a ranch in the next state." I stood deathly still; I
couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you sure they're really his relatives or are they just somebody
looking for a payout from the government?" Mr. Jarvis asked and I could
hear the apparent anger in his voice.

"Yes, they are his relatives," the woman continued in a calm voice. "I
spoke with both of them myself. Let me see here....yes....Claire and Ben
Alfredson. Claire is the first and apparently only cousin of Joey's
mother. I don't know if they didn't find her because she'd gotten married
and wasn't using her maiden name or what. Anyways, she had heard at some
point that Joey's parents had died and wondered what had ever happened to
him."

"But obviously she didn't care enough to try and find out what happened to
him before now." You could hear the level of irritation apparent in
Mr. Jarvis' voice.

"Well, I can't really comment on that. Only that they are happy to take
Joey into their home now." What!?!?!? I couldn't believe my ears. I was
going to have to leave Monroe! This couldn't be happening now! Not after
what had been happening with Mr. Jarvis over the last week or so.

"And the monthly payment from the government has nothing to do with their
decision?" Mr. Jarvis said sarcastically.

"The payments are of course ensured under the process. But I had the
feeling from talking to them that it wouldn't have made a difference."

"Tell me," Mr. Jarvis said slowly, "did they ever ask how much those
payments would be?"

"Well, yes, they did."

"Hhhhmmm. Well, I beg to differ on whether it made a difference or not." I
could almost hear the anger as he tried to control his voice. "Do you
really think this is the best thing for Joey right now?"

"If being with relatives is possible, it is required by law, Mr. Jarvis."

"So he doesn't have a say in this at all?" I could hear the exasperation in
his voice. I was feeling the same way myself.

"Not until he's 21. He's only 13 right now."

"Oh Jesus," Mr. Jarvis said with tone of resignation. I poked my head
around the corner and tapped softly on the door. They both looked at me and
my eyes almost filled with tears as I could see by the anguished look on
Mr. Jarvis' face that what I'd heard was true.

"Joey....Joey, come in," the woman said politely with a big smile on her
face. I barely took my eyes off Mr. Jarvis as she led me into the room and
sat me in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He stood by the window
with his arms folded across his chest, looking totally miserable. After
what I'd just heard, I felt the same way.

"Joey, I'm Ann McGuinn from Social Services and I've got some good news for
you."

"I....I...I'm sorry...but I heard some of what you were saying from outside
the door," I admitted. It was almost like I didn't want to hear it all over
again.

"What.....what did you hear, Joey?" she asked.

"That you found some relatives of my mom's that you're sending me to live
with."

"Yes, that's right. Aren't you excited?" she said with what I took to be a
big fake smile.

"No!" I said indignantly.

"But Joey, they have a big ranch with horses. And they have two sons of
their own just a couple of years older than you."

"I don't care! I don't want to go!" I blurted out.

"But...but," she seemed at a loss for words.

"It'll be alright, Ms. McGuinn," Mr. Jarvis interrupted. "I'll talk to
Joey."

"Well, alright," she said, totally confused about what to do now.

"When does he have to go?"

"He's going on the bus that leaves at 9:30 on Friday morning. It's about a
six hour bus ride. There'll be someone to meet him there when he gets off
the bus. That'll give him a few days to get his things together here."

"Okay, Ms. McGuinn, I think you've done enough goodwill for one day,"
Mr. Jarvis said sarcastically. "You call me tomorrow with all the
information and I'll make sure Joey's on that bus on Friday." He picked up
her briefcase and handed it to her and I could tell that in his opinion,
this conversation was over.

"Well, fine then," she said, somewhat irritated at being blatantly
dismissed. When she got to the door, she turned and looked back at
us. "Thank you, Mr. Jarvis." I could hear her trying to sound all
professional again. "And good luck, Joey. I'm sure everything will work out
with your new aunt and uncle." I didn't even look in her direction. She
paused for a second and then I guess she thought it best not to say
anything more; she simply left the room. Mr. Jarvis closed the door behind
her and slowly made his way back behind his desk. I sat there stunned;
barely believing what I'd just been told.

"Mr. Jarvis, what am I going to do?" I asked, trying as hard as I could to
hold back the tears.

"It'll be okay, Joey," he said in a soothing voice. He paused for a few
seconds before continuing. "It came as a shock to me too. Unfortunately,
what she said is the law. There's nothing either you or I can do about it."
We both sat there in silence for a few minutes as the gravity of the
situation settled over us.

"I....I'm going to miss you, Mr. Jarvis," I said sadly. "Nobody's ever been
as nice or cared about me like you have this last little while."

"I'm going to miss you too, Joey," he said with a sad note of resignation
in his voice. "Maybe these people are really nice. I don't know. It might
all work out for the best for you." I could tell he was trying to sound
optimistic to try and lift my spirits. I had the feeling he really didn't
believe what he was saying.

"I....I hope so," I said as I hung my head sadly. I tried not to put any
more of this problem on Mr. Jarvis; it wasn't his fault.

"One other thing, Joey," he said as he leaned forwards on his
desk. "Tomorrow, I have to leave first thing in the morning for a seminar
over at the State office. I won't be back until late in the afternoon." It
just felt like another nail being driven into my coffin. I knew there was
nothing he could do about that either. With my head hanging low, I simply
nodded that I had heard him. We both sat there in stunned silence for
another minute or so before he spoke again. "Okay Joey, I guess you better
go back to your room now." I slowly got up from my chair and made my way to
the door. As I put my hand on the latch, I turned and looked back at
him. He was looking intently at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes
too.

"Sir, if you're not going to be here tomorrow, do you think you might have
one more dose of medicine that you can give me today?" I asked
imploringly. For the first time since I'd come down to his office, I saw a
smile come over his face.

"Would that make you feel better, Joey?"

"Oh yes sir! It would make me feel a lot better."

"Okay, lock the door," he said as he stood up from his chair. I pressed the
button for the lock on his door and anxiously returned to my usual spot
before him. I undressed him again as he pulled open his desk drawer and
withdrew the big tub of Vaseline. I lubed up my two little hands and as he
sat back in his chair, I slipped my mouth over the broad mushroom head and
slowly serviced him like it might be my last chance. He could tell I was in
no hurry, and neither was he. I kept my hands and mouth working on that
beautiful big cock for over an hour before he finally emptied his
sperm-filled balls into my welcoming mouth. As I swallowed the thick load
of creamy semen, I felt both incredibly happy and incredibly sad at the
same time. I cleaned his cock lovingly with the washcloth and then quietly
went back up to my room.

I barely picked at my dinner that night and spent the rest of the evening
lying on my bed wondering about what was going to become of me; and
especially how much I was going to miss my regular doses of medicine from
Mr. Jarvis. The next day didn't go any better as I sadly went from one
thing to another. I couldn't concentrate on my book and most of the time
just sat quietly, wondering if I'd ever see Mr. Jarvis after this Friday.

Around 3:30 in the afternoon, I was lying on my bed when I heard a car come
into the parking area. I looked out my window and saw Mr. Jarvis come into
the house. I could barely contain my excitement and listened at the door of
my room. I could only hear the low mumble of his voice and I was sure the
other voice I could hear was Carl's. A minute or two later, I head
footsteps coming up the stairs and stepped back into my room. Carl knocked
softly at my open door and poked his head in.

"Joey, Mr. Jarvis would like to see you," he said and then retreated back
downstairs. I was so excited, I had to make myself take a couple of deep
breaths to calm down. Without trying to be too obvious, I hurried down the
stairs and went directly to Mr. Jarvis' office.

"You're back," I said with a big smile on my face as I started to close the
door behind me.

"Wait!" he said as he stuck his hand out towards the door. His sharp
response stopped my hand from closing the door any further. I instantly
became alarmed that we weren't going to have our usual time together and he
wasn't going to give me my next dose of medicine. I had gone the whole day
without one and I could feel my body craving it.

"Joey," he said as he looked at me with a soft smile on his face, "how
would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight?"

"Really?" I gasped wide-eyed.

"Sure. Mrs. Jarvis would like to meet the fine young man who's been helping
me over the last week and a half. It was her idea."

"I....I guess." I was unsure what I thought about the idea of meeting
Mrs. Jarvis but I knew I loved the chance for any opportunity I had to be
with him. "Yes, that would be great! Thank you."

"Good. I've spoken with Carl and filled out the required paperwork
already. I let him know that I'll be bringing you back after dinner. If
you're all set, I guess we can go," he said as he grabbed his briefcase and
headed towards the door. I followed like a little puppy and was excited as
anything to be with him. He didn't say much as we got into his car and
headed towards the outskirts of town. I sat quietly and looked over at him
with a swelling of happiness inside me. We eventually turned down a bit of
a country lane right on the edge of town. It was an older part where all
the lots were pretty big and most of them were surrounded with big mature
trees. Mr. Jarvis pulled into a driveway lined with high cedars and we came
to a small but nice house nestled amongst the trees.

"Hhhmmm, I don't see Mrs. Jarvis' car," he said as we got out and made our
way towards the house. "I wonder where she is?" I followed him into the
house as he dropped his briefcase by the door and walked further into the
house. I saw him pick up a piece of paper on the kitchen counter and start
reading. He scanned it quickly and then turned to me.

"Listen to this Joey: "My sister called and her husband was rushed to the
hospital with a heart attack. She was very upset and asked if I could come
and stay with her. I'll be gone overnight and probably be home tomorrow
afternoon. I'm very sorry that I missed having a chance to meet Joey. He
sounds like a fine young man. Make him feel at home. There's some leftover
tuna casserole in the fridge. See you tomorrow, Mrs. Jarvis."

I don't know if she really signed it Mrs. Jarvis or if he just said that
for my benefit because I'd never heard her first name either. As soon as he
finished reading, he crumpled up the piece of paper into a ball and threw
it into the garbage can beneath the sink. I can honestly say that I wasn't
very disappointed that she wasn't going to be there. It would give me some
time alone with Mr. Jarvis. I could feel the intense happiness almost
swelling in my heart as I thought about it.

"Well, that's too bad Mrs. Jarvis can't be here," he said with a funny
little smile on his face. "What would you like to do, Joey?"

"Ah gee, I don't know." I didn't want to be any bother for him so I decided
to kind of throw the question back at him. "What do you usually do when you
get home?"

"Well, I usually grab a shower, then sit and have a beer while I watch some
TV."

"That sounds okay to me. Why don't we just do that?"

"We?" he said as he looked at me questioningly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said as I turned red with embarrassment. "I mean, I'll
just wait here if you want to take a shower and then I can bring you a beer
and we can watch some TV after that."

"Well, that sounds like a good idea but I think I have an even better one,"
he said as he looked at me with big grin on his face.

"Wh...what's that?" I asked.

"Well, you know how I've kind of been doing you a favor by making sure you
get that medicine you need?"

"Yes sir. And I do appreciate it. I appreciate everything you've done for
me."

"That's good, Joey," he said in a soft voice. "Well then, how would you
like to do me a favor for a change?"

"I....I'd love that sir!" I said excitedly. "I'll do whatever you'd like me
to do."

"Good...good," he said with a nod. "This hand is still giving me a bit of
trouble." He held up his hand that he had injured on the weekend although
he hadn't been wearing the bandage since Monday. "How about if you join me
in the shower and you can wash me?"

"Sure!" I said as I looked up at him in awe. I couldn't believe what he was
asking me to do. This was the kind of thing I'd been dreaming of for the
last few days. It was something I knew I could do for him that I hoped
would make him happy. I so badly wanted to please him like he was doing for
me by feeding me his potent semen.

"Okay, let's go," he said as he got up and walked further into the house. I
followed him to the master bedroom and then into a large en-suite
bathroom. There was a big shower stall surrounded by glass that ran from
the floor to the ceiling. He pulled what looked like Mrs. Jarvis' pantyhose
and a bra that were draped over the top edge of one of the glass walls and
tossed them onto the vanity counter. He opened one of the doors and got the
shower running before turning to me. It was one of those big showers with a
nozzle at each end and he turned both of them on.

"Take my clothes off for me, Joey," he instructed. As I had done for the
last few days, I dutifully undid and removed all his clothing, even his
socks this time. I loved the feel of stripping the clothes off this big
rugged man. It made me feel needed and wanted. I knew he liked it and I was
only too happy to do as he wished.

"Okay, you'd better get your own stuff off," he said as he stepped into the
shower and closed the door behind him. This was the first time I was going
to be naked in front of another person other than a doctor. I was nervous
as anything and turned my back as I took off my clothes and lay them in a
pile on top of the toilet seat. I think Mr. Jarvis must have sensed my
anxiety because as I opened the door and made my way into the shower, he
never once turned and looked directly at me. He was leaning forwards with
his hands against the wall behind one of the showerheads, letting the
pelting spray cascade down over his head. He heard the door close and
looked briefly in my direction. I was afraid he would make some comment
about the fact that my cock was so much smaller than his but he almost
appeared not to even notice as he handed me a big bar of soap.

"Get those hands nice and lathered up, Joey," he said as he turned back and
let the steaming spray rain down upon him. It would have been cold in there
out of the spray if this was a regular shower and I was glad that there was
a nozzle at each end. As he was busy using one, the warm soothing spray
from the other one was spraying over my own small body. I took the bar of
soap and worked up a frothy lather on both of my hands before setting it
into a built-in shelf in the wall. I looked up at his big masculine body
and wasn't sure what to do next.

"Start with my back," he said as he seemed to sense my hesitation. As I
stood behind him, I took my two soap-covered hands and started to slide
them up his back. His body felt so big and manly under my slippery
hands. He was a big solid man and it felt so different for my hands to be
on someone else's body other than my own. As I slid my small hands up
towards his shoulders, I realized how much I was liking it. I didn't know
if it was just because it was Mr. Jarvis I was doing it to, or if I would
have felt the same if it was someone else. I figured it was because I'd
come to feel so comfortable and happy in his presence that it was showing
itself in my desire to do things for him, like wash his big masculine body.

"That's good, Joey," he said as my hands slid up over his shoulders and I
brought them together towards his neck in a firm massaging motion. Pretty
soon I had his whole back covered with a frothy lather.

"Now my legs," he instructed. I re-lathered my hands and got to my knees
behind him as I let my small delicate hands run up and down his solid
tree-trunk legs. They were so big and powerful compared to my spindly
little ones. I covered his legs with the soapy film all the way down
including the tops of his feet.

"Now stay down there on your knees and wash my ass," he said firmly. Not
wanting to disappoint Mr. Jarvis, I grabbed the bar of soap and worked up a
frothy lather that completely covered both of my hands. From my spot on my
knees behind him, I looked up at that big round ass of his as he stepped
slightly to each side with his feet. I took my hands and placed one high up
on the back of each of his thighs and then slid my hands upwards. The
slippery soap made his big round bum feel good and for some reason,
incredibly naughty under my hands. I slid them all the way up to the small
of his back and then back down in slow caressing circles.

"That's it, your hands feel good, Joey." Inspired by his words of praise, I
let my fingers roam a little more boldly over those round mounds of
flesh. They were totally covered with the bubbling soapy foam and I reached
for the bar of soap to get more.

"That's good, son," he said as he looked back at me over his shoulder. "Get
those hands good and soapy `cause I want you to work on my crack for
awhile."

"Yes sir," I said obediently as he turned his face back into the pelting
spray. I got my hands totally covered with lather again just as he stepped
his feet a little further to each side. Just below and beyond his ass, I
could see his balls hanging heavy and full in his silky bag while the big
mushroom head of his majestic manhood hung even further down beyond that. I
took one hand and brought it back down onto the soft curve of one of his
ass-cheeks and then let the side of my hand slide right into his warm moist
crack.

"Oh yeah, that's it," he said with a soft moan as he leaned slightly
forwards. As he leaned forwards, it caused his smooth warm crack to open up
even more for my attention. It felt hot and nasty to being doing it but I
loved the feeling as my hand slid deep into that smooth crevice. The skin
inside there was tight and smooth and oh so hot. I slid the side of my
soapy hand right down into the depth of it and as I touched bottom, I moved
my fingertips downward. He wriggled his ass slightly as my fingers slid
along the very bottom on that hot crease until I felt my fingertips
encounter the puckered skin of his tight anal opening. For some reason, I
wasn't sure why, I automatically paused here and let my small little
fingertips run all around the pink little opening. I kept one hand
exploring all around that tight little hole while I brought my other and
slid it past the first one to wash the area between his bum-hole and the
back of his low-hanging
 sack.

"Get both hands washing all along in there, Joey," he said as he wriggled
his ass back towards me. I grabbed the bar of soap and quickly lathered up
again before bringing both hands right into his hot steamy crevice and
rubbing the slippery soap all along that delightful hidden flesh from top
to bottom. For the next five minutes or so, he leaned forwards against the
shower wall as my slippery fingers explored all along his steaming
crack. For some reason, I loved the feel of my fingertips teasing around
the sensitive opening of his pink little rosebud.

"Oh Jesus, you are good at that, son. Now wash my front," he said as he
turned around with his back to one showerhead. As he turned around, I was
almost hit in the face by his semi-hard cock. As I had been working on his
ass, it had started to fill and extend out from his body. It was now about
half-hard and projected almost straight out at a 90 degree angle from his
body. I lathered up my hands and from my place on my knees, I kept my eyes
glued to that beautiful cock as I washed the front of his legs from his
feet up to his thick manly thighs. It was bobbing invitingly before me and
I loved the look of it as it hung heavy and thick straight out before
him. When I finished he legs, he looked down at me as I seemed mesmerized
by the sight of his gorgeous swelling cock just inches from my face. I got
more lather on my hands and started to reach for that beautiful dick.

"Unnhh-uh," he said as warning for me to stop. "You want that Joey?" he
asked teasingly as he reached down and drew the big wet head of his virile
manhood all around my face.

"Yes sir," I said as I looked up at him imploringly. "Please sir?"

"Not just yet. Wash the rest of me first," he said firmly. "Then I'll let
you have what you want so much." I quickly rose to my feet and started to
wash his stomach. It even felt good to run my soapy hands over his "spare
tire" as he looked down at me with a leer on his face as I slid my soapy
hands over his body. After I did his chest, he raised his arms and I
instinctively slid my hands into his hairy armpits. They were hot and moist
and I gently washed the ticklish skin as I felt the power of his big body
beneath my fingers. I loved the feel of his shoulders and arms as I slid
both hands together over his upper body and torso. When I had finished the
rest of his upper body, I took half a step back and we both looked down
between us. He must have liked having my hands on him because his cock was
now standing totally upright and pointing straight up towards the
ceiling. The engorged head had become a dark angry red and I could already
see
 some of the warm silky medicine starting to fill the gaping red eye at the
tip.

"Is that what you want to wash next, son?" he asked as he nodded down
towards his upright dick. I simply nodded as if in a trance as I felt an
intense feeling of desire rush through me. My hands seemed to reach out of
their own accord as if drawn towards that big rigid muscle like iron to a
magnet. As my soap-covered hands slipped around that thick piece of
man-meat, I almost swooned as the incredible luscious feeling of having his
rock-hard cock in the grasp of my little hands overwhelmed me.

"Oh God, that feels good," he said with a low groan as I let my lathered
hands slide back and forth sensually all along the velvety smooth surface
of his throbbing erection. Once again, I was amazed that something could
feel so hard and yet so buttery soft and smooth at the same time. I took my
time and washed his cock thoroughly, my hands sliding from the very tip on
top all the way down to the underside of the base. I even used both hands
and tenderly washed his low hanging balls in their silky protective sack
from the front this time. I re-lathered my hands and moved back to engorged
throbbing stalk and used both hands in a long slow cork-screwing motion
that I knew he liked.

"Could I.....could I have my medicine soon, sir?" I asked as I continued to
stroke his turgid member with my slick soapy hands.

"Is that what you want, Joey?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh yes sir. Please?" I asked imploringly as I looked up at him with
pleading eyes.

"Okay, you've been a good boy. Rinse it off first." I stepped to the side
and let the spray from the shower head behind me rain down upon the front
of his body. I watched as the frothy lather ran off his upright member and
gathered in a milky pool at the bottom of the shower before making its way
in a swirling pearly stream into the drain.

"That's good, now get back down on your knees," he instructed. I dropped
back down to my knees instantly and lifted my head up towards him. "Now get
your hands lathered up again." I reached beside me and worked up a bubbly
mess of frothy foam that covered both of my hands. When I was ready, he
used his own hand to push down on the top of his stiff erection until it
was pointed right at my mouth.

"Good boy, now open wide."  With my eyes locked onto his engorged
cock-head, I opened my mouth wide just as he slid it between my parted
lips. My lips quickly pressed against the hot spongy surface of the broad
flared crown and then I felt that delicious sensation as they slipped over
the thick ridge and locked down onto the smooth shaft below.

"Mmmmmmm," I let out a long purr of satisfaction as I felt that now
familiar cock-head filling my mouth. As soon as I had the engorged crown
locked within my mouth, I knew what was expected of me. I brought my two
soapy hands up and slipped them around that slick veiny shaft in a warm
gripping corridor. I again started to pump my hands back and forth in
unison as I used that smooth cork-screwing motion once more.

"Oh fuck," he said with a low growl as he shifted his feet a little bit to
each side to steady himself. I slowly bathed his hot cockhead with my
tongue while applying some gentle sucking action at the same time. My hands
continued to slide back and forth teasingly and I could see that his
gnarled shaft was covered in foamy lather all the way from my pursed lips
to his matted pubic hair.

"OH JESUS, GET READY JOEY. YOU'RE GONNA GET A MOUTHFUL," he said as I could
hear him breathing more raggedly as he approached his climax. His big hands
reached forward and I felt one on either side of my head as he held it
firmly in place. "OH YEAH....JUST KEEP PUMPING IT NICE AND SLOW......OH
YEAH....NICE AND SLOW....JUST LIKE......JUST.....OH FUCK!" He let out a
gasp and then I felt a little twitch in my mouth and then it quickly
started to fill with cum. Four or five hard shots came one right after the
other as he started to unload. I could tell he had a lot of medicine for me
this time so I swallowed the first mouthful quickly. As the warm silky
cream left a smooth coating in my throat, he continued to flood my mouth
with more. I kept my stroking hands pumping smoothly along that beautiful
throbbing rod as the hot tip kept ejaculating his delicious milky semen
onto my waiting tongue. I swallowed again and still his cock kept spitting
as my
 sliding hands coaxed as much of that luscious cream out of him as I
could. I loved the feel of his big hands holding onto my head tightly as he
unloaded wad after wad of his warm milky semen into my welcoming
mouth. Finally I felt a big shudder go through his body and he released his
firm grip on my head. I brought my hands to a standstill and finished
drinking my medicine from his oozing cock.

"Mmmmm, that was nice, Joey. Did you like that?" he asked. I reluctantly
let my mouth slip off the end of his slowly deflating cock and looked up at
him adoringly.

"Yes sir. I loved it. Thank you."

"That's good," he said as he turned back around and let the pelting spray
from the shower wash over him. "Now let's finish up in here. I'm getting
hungry. When you're dressed, just wait for me until I get out." I got up
from my knees and turned to face the shower head at my end of the stall and
quickly washed myself. I left the shower stall and dried myself on one of
the towels he'd set out for us. I pulled on my underwear, jeans and t-shirt
and waited patiently for him. He finally shut off the running water and
stepped out of the stall to stand before me, his big hulking body looming
over my small frail form.

"Dry me off, son," he said as he nodded towards the other towel. I was
thrilled that he would ask me to do such an intimate thing and eagerly
picked up the fluffy piece of fabric and started drying his rugged body. I
dried him from head to toe and took a little extra time as I held his
dormant manhood in my hands and wrapped part of the thick towel around
it. When I was done, he grabbed a plush white terrycloth robe from the back
of the washroom door and wrapped it around himself.

"Grab me a beer from the fridge, Joey," he said as he ambled from the
washroom back into the living room. "And grab yourself a pop if you want."
He turned on the TV and sank into a big easy chair as I took a beer from
the fridge and opened it for him. I grabbed myself a Pepsi and brought both
into the living room. He was watching a sports highlight show as I passed
him the beer.

"Thanks son. Why don't you see if you can make us up a couple of plates of
that tuna casserole Mrs. Jarvis mentioned? I'll just stay here and get to
work on this beer," he said as he settled into his chair and took a big
slug of his drink.

"Yes sir," I said as I took my pop back with me to the kitchen. I found the
casserole in the fridge, spotted the microwave, and within ten minutes or
so, I brought two steaming plates of the food back into the living room. He
took it from me and dug in as he barely took his eyes off the TV. I sat on
a small footstool next to him and ate my food silently. He must have been
hungry because he finished in no time flat and then set his plate down on
the coffee table in front of him.

"Grab me another beer, Joey," he said as he sat further back in his
chair. I opened him another beer and as I passed it to him, he reached up
and kind of patted my head, "Thanks son."

"You're welcome, sir," I said as I sat back down on the footstool next to
him. He quickly sat forward and looked at me intently.

"Do you feel okay, Joey?" he asked me with a worried look on his face.

"I...I feel fine, sir."

"You felt kind of hot. Let me check," he said as he reached forward and put
the palm of his hand on my forehead. "Yeah, you do feel hot. I better check
your temperature." He got up from his chair and started to make his way
towards the bathroom.

"I'm sure I'm okay, sir," I said as he walked out of the room. "I feel
fine."

"Well, let's just check," he said as he came back in with a little digital
thermometer. He slipped it under my tongue and told me to keep still. When
it beeped he pulled it from my mouth and I saw him look at it closely.

"Wow! 101.2! That's not good," he said as he looked at me closely.

"Can I...can I see that, sir?" I asked with a note of worry in my voice as
I pointed towards the thermometer.

"Oh sorry, Joey. I already turned it off," he said as he slipped it into
the pocket of his robe. He reached forward and put the palm of his hand on
my forehead again. I was surprised the thermometer had read my temperature
as that high; I was feeling totally normal. I was wondering if this was one
of those strange viruses that comes up on you quickly.

"Hhhhm, I think I'd better call my doctor about this," he said as he picked
up the phone and dialed the number. I was kind of surprised that he knew
the number of his doctor without even having to look it up. I sat anxiously
on the footstool, glad that Mr. Jarvis was there to take care of me if
something was wrong.

"Yes, Dr. Miller," I heard him say. "I'm glad I caught you before you went
home." There was a brief pause as the doctor must have been
speaking. Mr. Jarvis had the phone close to his ear and I could only hear
his side of the conversation.

"Yes, you know that boy I was telling you about?.....Yes, the one at Monroe
that I've been feeding my semen to.....Well, he's visiting over at my house
right now and I noticed he has a bit of a fever.....It's 101.2 degrees. I
was wondering if you had any suggestions?.....Mmmmmhhmmm.....Yes.....So
it's good for bringing down a fever too?.....Right......So either
internally or on his skin?.....Right, I understand."

I could only hear Mr. Jarvis' part of the conversation but it sounded like
the doctor was suggesting that he give me more of his medicine.

"So how often, Doctor?" Mr. Jarvis continued. "So at least every two hours?
Is that what you said?.....Right, at least every two hours for the next
fourteen hours. Got it.....Well, I was gonna take him back to Monroe
shortly but I guess if you think I should monitor him overnight, I could
keep him here.....And when I'm applying it on his face, what then?.....Oh,
so just rub it into the skin or leave it and let it soak in.....Right, got
it.....And you say it works best if alternated between internal doses and
external applications?.....Right.....Yes.....Yes, okay.....Well, if you
think that's best for him doctor, I guess that's what I'll have to
do.....Okay, thanks very much, bye." He hung up the phone and I looked at
him anxiously, waiting for him to explain what the doctor had said.

"Wh.....what did he say?" I asked nervously.

"Well, you're lucky, Joey," he said to me with a comforting smile on his
face. "Dr. Miller said there's a virus going around right now that brings
on a high fever quickly. He figures that's likely what you've got."

"Is....is it dangerous?" I asked anxiously.

"It can be, but fortunately, Dr. Miller told me that the vitamins and
nutrients that are in my semen are also good for treating this kind of
virus."

"Really?" I said as I looked at him in awe.

"Yes, he said that to make sure you're okay, I'm gonna have to keep you
here overnight and make sure you get some medicine at least every two
hours." This didn't sound so bad to me. I'd already come to love the taste
of his medicine and the idea of getting some every two hours sounded like a
blessing more than a hardship.

"Oh, okay. So I won't have to go back to Monroe tonight?" I could barely
keep the excitement out of my voice.

"Yeah, you're gonna have to stay here," he said solemnly. "I'd better call
Carl right now and tell him what's happened." He picked up the phone and I
heard him telling Carl that I'd been taken ill and would be staying
overnight at his house. When he put the phone down he turned and looked at
me with a serious expression on his face.

"When you get back to Monroe tomorrow, it's probably best that you don't
mention the virus to any of the other boys or even the councilors. We don't
want to alarm anyone now, do we?"

"No sir, I guess not," I said as I nodded my head in agreement. "And he
said we need to do this every two hours?"

"At least every two hours if not more often. He said for me to give you as
much medicine as possible over the next fourteen hours."

"What was that the doctor was saying about "external application"?
I....I've never heard that expression."

"Oh, he said that with the type of fever you had, it was good for me to
alternate between giving you your medicine internally and applying it
directly to your skin. He said the soothing qualities in it will help to
bring down your temperature."

"So how....how are we gonna do that, sir?" I asked with a totally perplexed
look on my face.

"Well, I'm just gonna have to cum on your face, Joey," he said as he looked
at me with a broad smile on his face. As his words registered in my brain,
a warm feeling of happiness seemed to settle over me like a warm blanket. I
looked up at him with an eager expression on my face.

"When do we start?" I asked, barely able to keep the excitement out of my
voice.

"From the degree of that fever, I think we better start right now. Follow
me," he said as he motioned towards the bedroom.....