Date: Sun, 07 Apr 2013 20:20:10 -0400 From: My Stories Subject: Carry-On-Doctor Part 3 Carry on Doctor Part 3 by my.stories@email.com Not bothered about disclaimers, but NIFTY does need your support, either pay-up or submit your writings. Most of the emails I received have asked me to write a little more detail around the story. Let me know how this goes, please. --- The week before Easter Holidays start is a busy time for most people. For me, the emotions run between, thank god I don't have to deal with all this crap, to I wish I had someone to share these seasons with. I am a bit of a loner, but as age takes it's toll, I am softening. Add all these gorgeous young boys into the picture and my will is braking. The next day, Thursday, I immersed myself into my work. I head the Technical Advancements Department at City Hospital. Yes I am a Doctor and work at a hospital, no I am not an MD, but heading a department in a hospital did mean that I had to get an advanced certificate in emergence medical care. Quite similar to the qualification that a paramedic would have. My stomach does not sit well with blood and guts, but we do what we have to to keep the money coming in. My department is responsible for maintaining all the electronic devices used in the hospital and assigned to the ambulances in our jurisdiction. Also, searching out new innovations in medical care and the communications systems. Its not brain surgery, so to speak. But good lord I love my work. I got home from work at 2:05, a pile of papers to deal with in my case. I parked my pick-up in the assigned parking and stomped my way upstairs. Oblivious to my surroundings, I had music popping in my ears. Beats headphones are so kick-ass. My moment of bliss was startled as I reached my landing. A late 20's woman was clacking at my door. Do I keep walking or face the music. Oh, what to do. The mystery woman answered the question for me. "Dr. Mike, right?" I took the headphones off. She didn't wait for a confirmation. "Look, Harvey is in bed sick. He didn't go to school today and wants you to come see him, but I still cant pay you." She turned and walked past me, descending the stairs. "Hey, what apartment number do I find him in?" She shouted back, "23". I turned and followed her back down the stairs. I found myself thinking, how did such a hot boy come from this piece of work. She seemed to have little to no culture in the way she carried herself and spoke. I find myself judging people far to quick. I am sure there is a past that led her to these mannerisms. a path that I am not privy to. Her apartment was less than sparkling clean. I try not to enforce my ideals and values on others, but I was less than pleased that the home Harvey had to live in was less than suitable. I spied a broken chair at the small breakfast table. I imagine, at the time that was where Harvey got his splinter from. Should I have been pleased at the situation that brought us together or appalled at the harm he could have suffered. But then I don't know if he caused the breakage, was it just an old chair, did hid mother lose her temper. A man in love, or is it lust, my mind realing. Then in a sudden damb-breaking moment, all my tension flushed away. There in his little bed was my Harvey. His hair ruffled from being in bed all day, a Toronto Maple Leafs Hockey duvet pulled up with is little hands holding the edge of the blue cover. A faint smile filled his warm pink lips. His hazel eyes glistened as they darted up and down, taking in my figure as I walk into his room. Harvey's feet were bouncing only as a young boy can do in his fight to contain his excitement. The boy was as thrilled to see me as I was to see him. We were alone in his room, his mother not bothering to join us, not interested in the care I was expected to extend to her son. Perhaps it was her embarrassment of not being able to cover the bill a regular Doctor might write. My knees bent as I began my descent to sit beside Harvey on his bed. Our hands joined, our eyes locked. In unison we leaned in for a loving little kiss. Our lips met, my heart skipped. What took a mere moment to transpire sealed a lasting flame. I ran my fingers through his mousy hair. We spoke a simple conversation of 'how are you feeling?' 'Is there any pain?' as I completed a cursory check of his vitals. In lieu of not having a thermometer, I used my hand to judge his temperature at his forehead. He did not show any real sign of being ill, but children's bodies can hide symptoms well. I asked Harvey if Toronto was his favorite hockey team, his mouth scrunched and his chin drew back. "No way, I like the NY Rangers best." I asked why he had the Leafs bed set, "I don't know, my mom got it." A reasonable answer. Its hard for an adult to see life through the eyes of a child, their every possession is the result of an adults decisions. My hands guided Harvey to turn over. Inferring it was solely to inspect his splinters for infection or the cause of his illness. As I pulled his duvet down, his little boxer briefs came to view. Black FoTL's medium length, slightly to small and riding into his crack. They looked clean, showing signs of fraying at the leg hems. I reached out with certainty, pulling them gently at the waist band, the soft warm material gave at the elastic. Harvey's firm warm 9 year old butt was under my palms. I felt, kneaded and plied his rosy cheeks. his bony hips and developing thighs blended as they met his bum. Gently I parted his buns and felt down through the crevice to his tight puckered hole. The tips of various fingers slid over the wrinkled skin. I bent in and kissed his bum in multiple places. "It itches inside again Dr. Mike." Harvey spoke, in a knowing, begging tone. I leaned in closer and licked his hole. My tongue pushed at his little boy pussy. My lover cooed and moaned as I deposited saliva and my teeth scraped the surface. My right hand slid underneath, I cupped his little crotch. Harvey's small dick was rock hard. I felt his short length as he ground himself into my hand. Coming to my senses, his mother could walk in at any time, I withdrew to a seated, more professional position. We resumed our chat and I reassure Harvey that I didn't think he was very ill. Just a little cold or 24 hour bug. He seemed a little down that I stopped our play time, but he seemed to understand the need for discretion. After quite a time had passed, his mother came to check on us. I asked what she planned to feed him for his evening meal. She looked at me with a blank stare. I realized she had no such plan at all. I suggested she prepare a simple can of soup, tomato or chicken would be fine. I could not stop touching my little man as we waited for his light meal. Brushing his hair aside, caressing his shoulders and arms, holding his hands. Harvey had me in his spell. I was falling in love. It was not just his sex that I was attracted to, I wanted the whole deal. Mind, I also knew I wanted the sex, hot rampant sex. I wanted him and I wanted him bad. His mother returned with a bowl of tomato soup, steam wafting off the top layer. small red bubbles lined the side of the bowl. "I'm sorry, I don't even know your name." I thought it a good idea to know the name of the boys mother that I planned to seduce. "Marj, Marj Spencer." She retorted. Putting the soup on the bed side table. "Look Harvey, I cant take tomorrow off work, you have to go to school." She snapped in his direction. The boys face saddened. "Can you look after me Dr. Mike, pleeeeaaaase." He begged with those sad wanting eyes. "Well, tomorrow is Friday, I guess I could work from home." I paused, pretending to think it through as I looked to the ceiling. "Yes, if you promise to be a good boy for me." I fed spoon fed Harvey. It was a highlight for me. Watching his lips purse around the spoon, cautiously taking the warm fluid. I gently scraped the excess soup from around his mouth. It was a parental moment for me. By 4pm I had left Harvey, with strict instructions to be a good boy and stay in bed to rest. I would see him in the morning. Wanting to ensure I had everything the boy would need, I went to the supermarket to get the essentials, milk, cereal, snack-packs, junior medicines...and a few other bits. Arms loaded with shopping bags; oh how I dislike these new plastic bags, weak handles and ever splitting sides. I pressed the call button for the elevator. Waiting an age for the old elevator to make its way down to the parking garage. As the door opened with a scrape of metal on metal, I saw young Joey inside, leaning motionless against the cold stainless steel wall. He appeared to be in a sad way, like the wall was glued to his side. I stepped in, close to the boy that I had seen the day before as he rolled joyfully into my apartment. He was different, changed. "Hey Joey, whats up buddy?" I struck up a conversation, thinking he looked ready to cry. His reply "OH, hey," was vacant, as though he had not realized I was there, like he didn't know he was there. I pressed my floor, the doors shuttered closed and we were off on a slow ride. I asked Joey if he needed help or wanted me to call his parents. All I received was a simple no, in response. "Come with me and I'll get you a drink", I put the shopping bags outside my apartment door and retrieved Joey. I scooped him up and his boy went instantly limp in my arms. Carefully I lay him out on the sofa before returning for my shopping and locking the door behind me. Kneeling in front of Joey I asked him what was wrong, "nutin", "I'm hot, that's all" I felt his forehead for a temperature, thinking he might have Harvey's bug, but no, he didn't seem warm at all. Joey was wearing a thin basketball shirt, LA Lakers, and a nice little pair of jeans. The blue had long since washed out and more white was showing through. The waist was a low rider type and showed plenty of mid-drift on show. The bones of his hips were clearly visible as was the V that led from his abs to his pubis. A glorious sight. I placed my hand on his tummy and rubbed gently. "Have you taken anything Joey?" A hand came over and lightly slapped his pocket, his head nodded with a smile, but no words were spoken. My fingers teased at the edge of his pants. I could feel the start of his crotch mound, my fingers slid gently over and over as my eyes recorded the sight. My cock was steel, I leaned in and let my lips slide across his young smooth skin. I could feel something in his pocket, but his jeans were to small for my adult hand. I undid the button on his jeans and lowered the zip, giving me access to what ever was tucked away in his pocket. Also I noticed he wasn't wearing any underpants. My cock leaked at the sight, his boy parts barely hidden by the material of his size 7 jeans. The root of his little tool exposed to my lust-full eyes. Joey had taken a 4 hour dose of Ritalin. For an ADHD child that would be fine, but in a normal kid, it will zonk his normal abilities. I concluded he must have taken it a couple hours ago, just after school. The meds would be at their height and Joey was in no fit state to joy ride in the elevator. I toyed with calling his family to alert them, but thought he might get into a lot of trouble. Then, my other head started to do the thinking. Here is a sexy boy, buzzing beyond his norm and laying flat out on my sofa. "I'm hot." the little cherub moaned again. "Yes you are." I responded, and I wasn't talking about his temperature. I wasn't too bothered by what Joey had done. When I was 12 I found myself in a similar situation. A friend of mine was an ADHD kid, and one day whilst we were walking to school I saw him taking a pill. We talked about his condition and the effects that the meds had on him. How he needed it to get through a day at school. He offered me one and I accepted it. Not really understanding the effects Ritalin would have on me, a preteen that was of mild temperament and slightly smaller in build than my friend. We were still in middle school at the time. Carl and I shared homeroom and first class. Third class was math with Mr. Fenn. It was also last class of the morning followed by lunch break. Jest after I sat down, I really felt the drug kick in. Of course I knew things were slowing down before, but now it came with a bang. My mind hit a wall, things went in slow motion. Classroom life was like a video stuck on slow play. I could see other kids hands go up to answer questions but they jittered and and their words skipped. I could hear and see Mr. Fenn asking me something, but I could not muster the ability or desire to force and answer. I'm sure I had a blank expression on my face, one that probably showed contempt. As class ended, I tried to stand with the others. With little pressure, Mr. Fenn pushed me back in my seat. "You are staying young man." Damn, I was in for it now, but I didn't care, couldn't care. As the classroom emptied, my teacher came close and knelt down in front of me. I heard him speak, but his words either made little sense or skipped. I felt a tug at my pants and fumbling, but it just didn't register. I looked him in the eyes, saw his lips moving but heard nothing. My legs were pulled and I slid forward in the small wooden seat of the standard metal frame school chair. I know my 4 inch boy cock was out on display, it felt like I was masturbating but couldn't understand why I was doing that in school ...and in front of a teacher. At first. It hadn't occurred to me that my teacher, a man in his 30's was the one jerking me off. The feelings were intense, perhaps multiplied by the drug. I remember feeling every up and down stroke in slow motion, ripples of tight gripped fingers traced over the ridges of my blood engorged penis. It was the longest orgasm of my young life. I could feel every step of the cum boiling in my balls and travel upward along my penis and out into the hand holding my 12 year old cock. I was a little inwardly shocked, but showed no facial sign as I saw my teachers hand raise in slow motion to his mouth and saw him eating my boy juice, licking it from his palm and fingers. His face was lit with joy. It dawned on me at that point what had happened. In no way was I upset, nor did I feel abused. I wanted more. I wanted another mind bending orgasm. My teacher rose, slowly, the drugs still very much in force. His actions clear, strong and determined his hard man cock, bigger than any I had seen in my young life closed in on my face. Before I knew it, I had my mouth stuffed full of hot cock. I could feel its length running down my throat, my gag reflex had been minimized. In what seemed an age, my mind slowly converted the lethargic input into a rational thought. I was sucking a cock, and loving it. Hundreds of slow almost motionless thrusts burned into my mouth, the taste of skin like no other and a texture of hard girth and spongy head had me on a slow overload. I heard nothing but felt the heat of his juice as my mouth was filled. I was left in class to sleep off the rest of the drug during lunch. I woke up as the next class came in and made my way to class. I was so happy. It was my first sex with an adult man. It was great. Young Joey complained he was too hot. He fought with his t-shirt in a faint fit to get it off. His attempt was comical. My hands left his tummy as I came out of reliving my sex-capades. I reached up and help little Joey's shirt up and over his head. "Dante, are you gonna sex me up?, You can." His words were slurred but legible. How could I resist, this hot little thing wanted sexing up and he thought I was someone named Dante. The almost naked boy was sprawled out on my sofa, wanting a taste of sex. Something in me snapped, I was on auto pilot. I wanted to live the role of my old teacher. To enjoy a young willing stoned boy. With a mission in my mind, I stripped Joey of his jeans and shoes. His naked little boy lay motionless before me, wanting to be ravished. Young fresh skin, smooth and blemish free wrapped his tiny bones in near perfection. I had a nifty idea, I jumped up and grabbed my iPad2, loaded the camera and started snapping shots of his gorgeous lithe body. Placing the tablet on the counter, I set it to video our session. Jack off material for later. My lips joined Joeys, I kissed him hard and soft. My tongue licked inside his mouth tasting him, swirling his tongue and teeth. I stripped naked in a flash, my cock hard and driving me on. Joey got a taste of my cock, his eyes closed, he moaned as I slid it in. There was no sucking, but I held his jaw closed to help tighten his grip on my rampant bone. Saliva was leaking from his mouth, he was drooling at the corners of his lips, my cock was just too delicious for him. Was this his first? Was he experienced? His moans didn't sound like those of a virgin cock sucking boy. I kissed and licked my way down his little tight hot body, Joey tasted every part the little boy he is. Sucking his tiny toes, I spread his legs, bending him at the knees. Darting at his hole I ate his fuck shoot. Pushing at the tight muscle I tried stretching his ass. It resisted all my oral attempts to get him to open up. His little inch penis never stirred once. His walnut sack showed no signs of dropping. If oral stimulation wasn't going to open him up, I had another plan. With a hand full of Vasaline and a condom in place I greased up both up. His 50 lb body was putty in my hands. Centered for the camera, I place my hands on his hips and guided my hard cock at his hole. With one hard push I buried my 5.5" deep in boy pussy. I stopped, steadied myself, enjoying the tight heat wrapped around my throbbing cock. There is nothing better to break in a young virgin boy ass that a hard hot boy-lover cock that is 5.5" long and thumb thick. Sure the women may not droll over it, but boys do. I picked up Joey by his hips, his body light and limp. "Yeeees, Dante." Joey cried in pleasure. His mind was still full of being sexed by some guy of his dreams. With Joey turned sideways on my cock, I had his sex lined up with the camera. Joeys legs were doing the splits, one leg over my head the other pointed to the floor. I drew him forward and slammed his body back onto my cock. Over and over, I fucked his tight ass with fury. Plowing harder and harder I banged him with a verosity I never knew I had. Our bodies were joined, we shared feeling and emotions like neither of us before. My cock was on fire. Nerves sending shock waves to my overloaded brain as my cock jammed inside his bowls. The tiny immature boy hung on my steel cock, his deflowered hole started to spasm around my dick. I looked down his sexy fledgling body, his little wiener still soft as it flopped from the gyrations of being screwed in the ass. Joey moaned from his anal orgasm, his sphincter clenching down on me. I was over the edge, came with a hard solid bang. In one shot I poured every ounce of my cum into his rectum. My knees weaken as I slid his little body off my cock and lay him back down onto the couch. I slid the condom off and threw it to the trash bin. With my cock, still hard and twitching, I moved to Joey's head, opened his mouth and fed it to him. He washed off the last of my cum, with sounds of joy and lust as he enjoyed my seed. With Joey Dressed and sleeping off the Ritalin, I viewed the pics and video of our steamy sex session. I couldn't believe how hot his little body is, how smooth and tight. I'm sure I took his anal virginity, deflowered his sweet boy pussy. There was a knock at the door. As I swung it open, my sexy Ronan was there. "Hi, Have you seen my little brother, Joey?" His demeanor was a little less camp, but just as sexy as before. He showed a little concern in his voice. I explained how I had found him in the elevator and took him in. That he had taken Ritalin and was sleeping off the effects. Ronan rush to the sofa to check on his brother. "Are you OK Joey?" "Ya, I was with Dante" "Dante!, the drug dealer, OMG, is that where you got the shit you took?" "Ya, and I think we... well I... he..." "Come on, I got to get you in your bed before Dad finds you." They were gone in a flash. I woke up the next morning, Friday, at 6am. Just after making my morning power shake, there was another bang at my door. "Fuck this, its getting busy here." I opened the door to my shock. Carry on Doctor Part 3 my.stories@email.com P.S. I know my spelling isn't the best. Please feel free to correct me.