Carry on Doctor

Part 4

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I woke up the next morning, Friday, at 6am. Just after making my morning power shake, there was another bang at my door. Thud, Thud, Thud.

   "Fuck this, it’s getting busy here.” I said to myself aloud.

This early I like to spend my time getting in some quality exercise. I opened the door, to my shock there was a guy standing in a dark blue uniform. The communal lights were out, typical as the motion sensor and timer hardly worked. It is on my list of things to do.

The tall, well built man reached his hand forward.

   "Package for you sir, please sign here." He said to my relief.

Oh yes... A little something I bought online and paid the extra fee to have over-nighted. This package contained a certain little item that would almost definitely get my little Harvey in the mood. OK, It will get me in the mood. Knowing what was in the box, my cock was hard just signing for it.

With the last dot of the plastic stylus on his screen, package under my arm, the delivery guy turned and walked away. He muttered a faint ‘have a nice day’ and was gone.

My peripheral sight clicked, there in the faint light straining up the stairs from below, two shadows fell on the aged walls. My little Harvey boy and his mother stepped onto the landing.

   "daa.. Dr. Mike." Harvey hailed.

He ran to my arms. I knelt down, dropping the plain wrapped cardboard box as I clenched my little lover in a hug so special my eyes watered.

   "You are bright and early my boy."

A small sporting duffle bag dropped at my side. It looked old and tatty. The zipper was half closed, a tooth had come out of alignment.

   "These are his things and contact info, if you get a chance his Karate outfit needs washing." His mothers voice rasped.

   "Karate, OK, what time and where is it?"  I quizzed.

I should have been pissed at her assumption I would take him. Little does she know I'm not a push over, she was unwittingly submitting her only child to my perverted hands.

   "Look, I took a Saturday shift to make up for missing yesterday. If you can’t take the kid he can stay home."

Perhaps she didn’t listen to my words of agreement, or she might just have been used to everyone saying NO, it came unexpectedly. I stood and faced her off.

   "Marj, it's OK, honestly. I'd love to take him to Karate lessons."

Little Harvey jumped on one foot. The excitement was getting the better of him. His little plain green pajama top, to small buy a year or more was bouncing in time to his energy.

   "Saturday at 11 over at the sports center. Oh my God, are you really gonna' take me? For real." Squealed Harvey in excited disbelief.

   "Yes Harvey, I will take you. But I get to stay and watch, don't I?"

I ruffled his hair and pulled him in closer to me.

   "What the hell have you done to my kid?" Quizzed Ms. Spencer.

Her words, startled me, what did she mean? I looked to her with confusion.

   "Normally he wont speak to anyone and here he is huggin' your ass and everything." She said.

   "He's yours until Sunday morning, bring him back about 9am for breakfast, you're invited too." She spoke, hands on hips.

Her words were spoken with a smile and trailed off as her high heeled shoes clanked down the stairs.

I had just been given the most sexy undersized 9 year old boy for the next 51 hours. He was mine and I planned on playing with my new toy. looking down at him, I realized he was staring up at me. His square chin framed a joyous smile with plenty of healthy looking white teeth. His little frame quivered. I thought he must have a little chill stood out in the hallway. It was a cold morning and his little feet stood bare on the tainted tile floor.

   "You got a delivery Dr. Mike" Harvey offered the box to me.

I reached down and picked up his duffle bag. My eyes and lips gestured for us to move into the apartment.

   "That is a present for you, my lovely boy." I told him.

Harvey drew the box back into his chest. His eyes widened with boyish exuberance.

   "For me?" He asked.

He squealed and ran into the apartment. I walked in after Harvey, securely locking the door behind us.

   "Baby, it's shower first, then you can open your surprise."

There was no doubt that Harvey didn’t shower before coming upstairs. I took the box and my boy followed me into the bedroom. Dropping the package on the bed, I told Harvey to get undressed for his shower. I went into the bathroom and started getting the shower ready. Not to warm, not too cool. It had to be just perfect for my perfect little guy.

Soon I heard little feet behind me.

   "I don't feel so good now." Said Harvey.

The little munchkin looked a little pale, the color had drained out of his face.

   "Baby, are you scared?" I asked.

   "Oh no, I trust you, but my tummy feels all ooky."

Harvey stood naked in front of me. OMG he is SO sexy. That first image of his naked body burnt into my memory forever. His under-sized lithe body was perfectly proportioned, if he were 7. But my angel was already 9 years old. His skin was smooth and silky soft, his hair a little scruffy, but that just added a lot sex appeal. Between his legs hung a tiny 1.75" (4.55 cm) cut penis with a perfect little gland laying atop. A pear shaped scrotum held his tiny balls, slightly forcing out the sides. His legs just agape and healthy looking. His entire torso looked healthy, perhaps just a touch skinny, but I love my eye candy to be thinly.

I was surprised at how easy it was to get Harvey out of his clothes. He had been in my apartment less than 4 minutes and he happily stood before me, totally naked.

With the running water adjusted, I hurried him in to the shower. I sat on the toilet directing him where and how to wash. Spying through the frosted glass I was hard as steel seeing my neighbor kid rubbing his soapy hands on the very body that I desired. My cock was saying, he's mine today. Damn it, today.

   "You have to do my hair now." Harvey called out.

With his back to me, I took in another view of that tight little butt. Before doing his hair, I just had to get another feel of that gloriously sexy ass. It's firmness like nothing else. I planted a soft gentle kiss on each cheek as I fondled the wet skin, water coursing down.

Who ever thought washing a young boys hair could be so erotic. His hair felt so soft, my fingers caressing his scalp, the light brown hair darkened with water had lathered quickly. Not wanting the sting of soap, Harvey kept his eyes locked shut. We rinsed and repeated.

Without warning, vomit shot out of his mouth and plastered the red tiles on the shower wall. My little man started to cry and wail. I held him close letting the sickness take its toll.

Another four volleys came out, reducing in volume and intensity with each consecutive burst. I continued to reassure him even after it stopped.

Shower and wall rinsed off, Harvey re-washed and teeth brushed, I took him out wrapped in a fluffy towel. The attention I was giving seemed to perk his spirits. Although his color hadn’t returned, he did seem a little better after his puking session.

   "I'm sorry about that, are you mad at me?" Eyes lowered, his voice shook.

   "Honey, I am not mad at you." I replied.

I swung Harvey around and lifted his chin. Moments like these need to be passed eye-to-eye.

   "Remember you are here because you are ill. I’m look after you now."

   "Why don’t you go open you present." My voice lifted the moment.

I gave my little tot a big wet smoochy kiss.

For a kid that was vomiting a minute ago, he ran full pelt into my room and started ripping the box open. I found the towel in the hallway, discarded in his rush. His naked body sat sideways at the foot of the big bed. Sounds of tearing stopped, replaced with an audible gasp.

   "You got this for me?"

Harvey held up his gift, a cute onesie in the style of NY Ranger. Blue with white trim and the team logo across the front. On the back was the number 7 and ‘Harvey’ embroidered onto a realistic looking name plate. Harvey started to cry, tears of joy, I hoped.

   "Do you like it darling?" I asked him.

   "Oh yes" He replied

His head nodded franticly as he explored every part, awing at all the embellishments.

   "7, who is number 7?" He asked quietly.

His question was almost to himself, as if he was checking his memory banks.

   "7 was retired in 1979, his name was Gilbert. But now it's HARVEY"

I jilted forward, grabbed Harvey at his waist and started to tickle him. Not to hard or long, I didn’t need another round of vomit. I stopped blowing raspberries on his tummy and said.

   "Only one problem with that thing."

Harvey wrapped his legs around my neck. His little crotch lodged tight just under my chin. Tiny hands held my ears to direct our gaze at each other, concern again grew in his eyes.

   "What problem?" He asked with an unknowing tone.

Giving a sad look and my lower lip pouted out, I replied.

   "The onesie will cover up the most beautiful boy body in the entire world once you put it on."

I got Harvey dressed in his little outfit, he was as pleased as punch. I tucked him up under my covers and explained that I thought he was still just a little sick, but how throwing up was a good sign he was almost better. With a dose of Calpol administered and a kiss for luck and love, I told Harvey to get a couple hours sleep.

All his clothes went into the washer and I called his school to let them know he would not be in today...

   “Hello, I’m calling to let you know that Harvey Spencer wont be in today.”

   “Oh, I hope he will be OK.” Replied the secretary.

   “He is still a little under the weather.  I am sure he will be fine with rest.

   “Excuse me for asking, but no one has ever called in for Harvey before.

   “We don’t even have a contact number. Can I add your number to his file?”

   “Really, I honestly didn’t know. You can add my number by all means.”

   “Thank you, I have you on caller ID, What's your first name Mr. Spencer?”

   “Actually its Dr. Michael Hall, Same address.”

   “I see, a modern family. How lovely.”

   “Harvey will be back to school Monday morning, I'm sure.”

   “He better not be, school is closed for two weeks from the end of today.”

... we said our good byes.

It left me wondering if my plans for next week could be changed to spend more time with Harvey. I would have to make sure this Dante character was not around pushing drugs on my boy. But I was going to be busy with work, to many deadlines coming up.

I sat in with Harvey, watching my angel sleep. I took my tools, a laptop and Ipad2, made space beside him and started work. As much research as I could get on innovations with pediatric hospital beds.  

City Hospital wanted to replace the children’s A&E beds with something modern and cutting edge. Wanted, might be harsh, in fact, they had been given a large donation to cover an equipment refit to the unit. A very wealthy local businessman recently had his daughters life saved by our people. His donation was very substantial, at least the part of the budget I was given was $1.2m. We have a 12 bed A&E for the little ones, and I was allocated $100k per cubicle. This money is to cover beds, anti-natal cots, and standard (modern) monitoring devices. Specialist equipment like a defibrillator and gases would be covered under a separate budget.

A little after 12 noon I hand-fed Harvey his lunch. A nice warm bowl of healthy chicken noodle soup and toasted naan bread. With another dose of Calpal, my charge was back off to sleep in no time.

I finished the laundry while Harvey slept off the last of his bug, got in some exercise and cleaned the breakfast and lunch things away.

Just before 3 o'clock I checked on my boy, he was sat up and using my iPad. He was playing spider solitaire and seemed in good spirits.

I was on my way back with a glass of juice in hand when there was a ticktack knock on the door.

It was that fabulously camp Ronan.

   "OJ, for me?" His 11 year old hips tilted.

   "Nope, its for Harvey. I'm looking after him while he's home sick."

I gestured the hottie in and closed the heavy steel security door. Ronan followed behind as I returned to my bedroom.

   "Look, Ronan came to say hi to you." I told Harvey.

I placed his juice on the bedside table. Harvey smiled, reached over and drank half the glass straight down.

   "Are you contagious or anything?" Ronan asked

The flamboyant pre-teen took a little step back. I told them both that Harvey just had a little 24 hour bug. And he would be fine in the morning.

Harvey, spotted my deception.

"How comes I been sick for three days then?"

We all giggled at my being caught out.

   "Look what I got." Harvey shouted out to Ronan.

He slung the covers back and jumped up to his knees.

"A Rangers onesie."

Harvey little fingers pointed out all the features and explained how the zipped ran from his left shoulder by his neck down to his right hip. It was a sexy alluring sight even though no naughty bits came into view.

"That is sooo cute. I bet someone that  loves you very much bought it."

Ronan was playing a game, one that I wasn’t sure about. It almost seemed like a predatorial behavior.

   "Yah, and I love him too." Harvey responded.

Harvey reached up and gave me a big wet sloppy kiss on the lips. My cock sprang to attention in an instant. The kiss lasted longer than socially acceptable and I enjoyed every lingering nanosecond. I wasn’t sure if Ronan would notice my arousal, but I rather doubted it would matter.

   "Not fair!, I only wear boxers to bed." Ronan perked up.

By the time I turned to look at the queen of camp, he was stripping down to his boxers. With a quick glimpse, Ronan and his girly pink silk boxers slipped under the covers. Both boys giggled. Two sexy young'uns in my bed, what was I to do.

   "Get in bed with us daa.. Dr. Mike." Said Harvey.

Ronan quickly jumped on the stutter.

   "Oh, how cute, he wants to call you Daddy. Let him, he loves you."

Both boys looked to me for approval, Harvey’s face lit up. I hadn't realized the meaning behind the 9 year old’s stutter, accidental or psychosomatic. But, I did recall this wasn't the first time he stuttered this way. I explained that I didn’t want to have his Mother upset with us, but gave in and said it would be OK, just not around Mommy.

Ronan slid over, closing the space between the two of them.

   "Get into bed with us."

He patted the inviting pre-warmed space as he pulled the cover back.

   "Please, Daddy." Harvey pleaded.

The duo giggled again.

I slid in the big bed, right up against Ronan. Retaining my dignity as long as possible, I left my track pants and t-shirt on. It was an exhilarating feeling to be in bed with these two hot little boys.

It was difficult to work out which, if either, of the boys got me more excited at that point in time. Was is the innocence of Harvey and his virginal Adonis charms or the camp flirtiness of Ronan and his hot cock teasing 11 year old body. Perhaps it was the combination of both.

Ronan waisted no time getting fresh with me. His left had slid over to my crotch. He grabbed my hard cock, our flesh only separated by a thin layer of material.

   “You sure have a big...      ...bed.” Ronan winked at me.

Not sure why, but I didn’t want Harvey to notice my boner or that Ronan was feeling me up. I turned on to my side facing the boys. Ronan followed suit,turned to look at Harvey and released his grip on me.

Harvey was looking up to the ceiling, a dazed look on his face. I wondered if he was starting to feel poorly again. Earlier I placed a lined bin by his side, just incase.

   “You OK there Harvey boy? Asked Ronan.

The quaint sexy little boy didn’t take his gaze from the white ceiling. His eyes barely blinked, a smile grew and pushed out his lips.

   “Ya, I’m just thinking how cool it is to have a Dad.” Harvey told the ceiling.

With a little tear in his eye, Ronan placed a hand on Harvey’s chest. His head cuddled in to Harvey’s shoulder.

   “You are so sweet.” Said Ronan.

While the two boys cuddled close, Ronan reached around and lowered the back of his pink boxers. My hand closed in and felt his tight little butt. With a quick flick, Ronan had my cock out and rubbing up against his ass. OMG, was I going to be able to fuck his ass without Harvey noticing it. Would this introduce Harvey to sex? A three-some maybe....

   “Mike, thanks again for looking after Joey.” Ronan said in a whisper.

Was this 11 year old offering me his ass to fuck for looking after his kid brother? The very same brother that no one knew I had fucked myself. Just thinking about the anal de-flowering I gave that kid made my cock lurch.

   “Was Joey sick too, Daddy?” Asked Harvey.

I was about to answer my boy. I drew a breath, not wanting my voice to break from the pressure of having my cock-head resting at Ronan’s smoking hot, super tight boi-hole.

   “Yes.” Ronan interjected. “Your DAD found him stoned in the elevator.”

Ronan explained what stoned meant and how bad Dante was for selling drugs to kids. Ronan took his time and did a great job of answering all Harvey’s question. It became obvious how much of an innocent my little Harvey really is.

While those two were totally engrossed in their boy talk, I was getting busy at the other end. I’m a leaker, my cock was gushing spurious amounts of pre-cum. And it was all being deposited directly onto the tight pucker of an 11 year old sex starved homo cock teasing girly boy-vag that was being gently pushed back on offer.

With gentle pushing and pulling I managed to get my cock to penetrate the pulsating sphincter. His love tunnel was on fire. Although I wanted to power fuck his tight ass, I knew had to take it slow. Slow stroking Ronan’s pussy became an incredible event. He was the first slow fuck I ever had. He was teaching me the pleasure of deliberate love making and how sensual a young boy can be.

Slow and meaningfully, we both enjoyed a mind blowing love session. As much as I wanted to reach around to help Ronan get off, I knew it wasn’t possible due to his proximity to Harvey.

Nearing climax, I noticed Ronan was rubbing Harvey’s chest and tummy. His hand kept going under the covers on its downward stroke.

With a final squeeze of his ass cheeks, Ronan put me over the edge. Buried balls deep in his rectum, my cock throbbed over and over depositing a torrent of man juice in Ronan’s bowels.

Sweat was pouring from my forehead. Lord knew I needed a shower, but I didn’t want to wash off the essence of Ronan form my cock. I kept my boner lodged in its nesting place. That typical post-orgasmic floppy cock didn’t happen. I stayed rock hard and firmly planted.

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