Carry on Doctor

Part 5

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Harvey slept the rest of Friday and through the night, with a little help from a bottle of Calpol. I let him be and checked his temperature and condition at regular intervals.

Saturday morning ebbed in with an early rise, sunshine and smiles. Harvey woke up as I stirred in bed, ready to start my day.

What was probably the most memorable morning of my life was unfolding. I lay back on my pillow, hands behind my head. I was enjoying the thought of waking up having spent the night with a hot 9 year old boy. And more to the point, that I had the fortitude to be able to resist raping his little ass all night long.

   “Good morning, Daddy.” Harvey welcomed me awake.

His little lips met mine for a long deep kiss. His little body wiggled out from the covers as he clambered on top of me. Not once did Harvey break our kiss while repositioning himself.

   “What happened to your onesie, baby?” I asked.

Harvey was naked. Funny, I know I checked him a couple hours ago and he was dressed.

   “I got hot.” He replied. “Daddy, can you not call me baby please. I’m 9 now. Can you call me son?”

   “Yes, Son. I can do that, Son. Are you sure you want me to call you Son?”

We both giggled at my over use of the word and finished with a little cuddle. Harvey worked his head into the nook of my shoulder.

   “When can I see you naked?” He asked. 

   “I expect it will be when we shower, a little later.” I told him.

Harvey wanted our morning mapped out for him. I explained we would get out of bed in a few minutes, get in at least 30 minutes exercise, have a nutritious breakfast, tidy the apartment, shower together (thats when we will be naked together) then get dressed.

I asked if he liked to do anything special on Saturday mornings.

   “Just watch cartoons until it’s time to go to Karate.” Replied my son.

Bowing to his needs as a boy, I told Harvey he can have time after we got dressed. He agreed, as long as we could sit as father and son to watch cartoons. Gosh, this little boy was desperately craving a father figure. And I was realizing how much I needed it too.

For the most part, that is how the morning went. Harvey wasn’t too pleased with my breakfast routine. A nice refreshing power shake and vitamins. It seems that he was used to a high-sugar breakfast cereal. Fatherhood was going to be quite an experience.

We spent over an hour watching Sponge Bob and a few others. If laughter really is the best medicine, Harvey had a good dose. His laughter was infectious and we shared a great morning together.

A little after 10am, we locked up the apartment and head down the stairs to the parking level. Although Karate was within walking distance, I had planned to take Harvey out for a nice (simple) lunch. Then of to get a hair cut and a few new things.

Not every apartment had assigned parking. There was not enough to go round. Plus there was a fee to rent a garaged units. I had the only double space on offer. It was outside of the normal garage area, toward the back of the block. And it had a power garage door.

With a click, the door started to open. Harvey buckled at the knees, his hands covered his eyes.

   “Daddy, is that your truck?”

My boy was stunned by the sight of the Red, Ford F350, Crew Cab, 4X4 with the Turbo Powerstroke motor. This boy was definitely a boy, and one that likes big bad vehicles.

   “No, this is our truck, Son.” I replied.

I watched as Harvey bounced to his feet. Slowly he walked up to the truck to inspect it. His eye level barely came up to the bottom of the door. The truck was parked in such a way as to block the passenger door from opening. I knew I would have to change that in the future. Harvey did a good job of climbing up into the cab. I thought I might have to lift him up, but nope, he was a trooper.

Harvey chose to sit in the middle, close to me. Seat belts fastened, the diesel motor roared to life. The first vibrations shuttered their way through the bench seat. We were headed off to Karate.

We pulled into the parking lot of the sport center and found a suitable parking spot. I was just about to open my door when I felt Harvey tug at my arm.

   “Daddy, do you really love me?”

   “Honey, yes, I love you.” I answered.

I looked into his stunning eyes. I wondered what was going through his mind. What doubt he might be feeling.

   “Daddy, I love you so much.” Harvey started to cry.

   “Do you want to sex me too?” He sobbed.

Too? OMG, what did he know, had someone said something. Had he caught on about me and Ronan fucking on bed Friday?

   “Honestly Harvey, Yes.” I replied. “But I love you too much to hurt you.”

I had to be honest with him. And, if this conversation went balls up, I could deny it ever happened. So far I had only removed splinters from his butt; at his mothers request.

   “How come you want to sex Joey, but not me?” Harvey snapped. “Aren’t I pretty enough for you, Daddy?”

The light clicked on in my head. But how did he know, or was he guessing. From his words and tone, it was unlikely he was a risk. But I had to find out more. And to set some rules.

   “Harvey, son, you are the most gorgeous sexy boy I know. Yes I want to teach you about sex and love and all the great things this world can offer.”

I cradled my boy as we spoke.

   “Can I ask how you know about Joey” I enquired.

   “I saw the pictures of you two on your iPad.” Harvey blurted out.

That was a shocker. I would have to be more careful with that, put a screen lock on it. We talked about what he saw and how it made him feel. Harvey wasn’t upset at what he saw, he was jealous, he wanted to share all those actions with me, he wanted to do sex with his new daddy.

To be honest, I wasn’t sure. When I was prepared to take his little virgin ass it was hot and made me horny. Now I had to get my head around a new situation. One I had never been confronted with before.

Entering the sports hall gained a few looks and twisted a couple heads. Harvey walked me hand-in-hand up to the instructor.

   “Sensei, this is my Daddy, he’s a doctor too.” Harvey spoke with pride.

   “I see.” Said the Sensei. “Harvey, go change while I speak to your Father.”

Harvey took off like a shot, heading to the change rooms with some other kids. I felt a sense of dread, this man was intimidating. He wasn’t massive nor did he look ruff, but he commanded the space he was in.

   “How long do you plan to be around for?” He asked. 

His voice un-trusting in tone. 

   “I’ve seen fathers come and go, Harvey is a delicate flower, he needs a man’s influence long term, not just while you bang his mother as flavor of the month.”

I figured I had to stand my ground with this guy. He meant business. But it sounded like he spoke from the heart and with a great deal of experience.

   “His mother and I are not romantically involved, I am only here for Harvey.”

It wasn’t long before a couple kids came up to talk with their Sensei, he had other ideas. His hand came up, palm forward. They knew it meant not now.

I gave the man a quick history of me and a promise that I was in it for the long haul. Sensei gave me the low-down on his karate club, covered fees and obligations on both sides. I was told I was welcome to stay as the other parents were, although most kids arrived alone and on foot. I explained how I wanted to get to know everything about my boys life and the things he did. Also I joked about going for lunch after.

I paid Harvey’s fee, $2. In addition, I left him with the change from a twenty, explaining that I doubted very much if his mother had ever sent money for his fees in the past. Sensei gave me a club badge and told me to make sure it was ironed on before next session.

30+ kids of all colors and shapes made their way in and started to break into small groups.

   “Right.” Yelled Sensei. “We start in 5 minutes.”

A few kids ran up to him, some handing over money, some for attention. A few even just to get help to sort their outfits or to tie a color belt neatly.

The kids started a simple warm up regime. Most seem to have it down-pat. A couple of the kids chatted with Harvey while half looking my way. Harvey beamed with a new light in his eye. My boy was talking with pride.

I sat in a corner by the door to the main hallway. The chair was old, the plastic orange seat was cracked and stained. There was one adult either side of me. Neither spoke a word. They were both busy texting or searching the internet. 

Harvey wore a green belt, not that I knew how hi or low that placed him in the rank of colors. But, it did tell me that my son had been consistently attending karate classes and giving a good show of himself.

The last 30 minutes of the class was designated for sparring. The kids were split into pairs and assigned a space on the parquet floor. Describing my feelings seeing Harvey fighting is difficult. I felt a great deal of pride seeing the lad as he demonstrated control, power, accuracy and determination. It soon switched to fear and anxiety as a punch or kick made contact against his small body. I suffered my own turmoil.

A piercing screech filled the air. Then a thud as a boy fell to his knees. Not my Harvey, but all the same my heart dropped seeing a boy in pain. The boy looked much bigger than Harvey. He was on the floor hunched over and crying in pain.   

Within a micro second, their Sensei was at his side. A few words passed between them. Sensei comforted the kid, rubbing his back. His left hand suddenly thrust into the air.

   “Doc, you’re needed over here.” Sensei shouted to me.

I leapt up and quickly made my way over to the boy on the floor. Sensei knew that I wasn’t an MD, but that I had some medical training. We covered that in our chat.

   “Whats up?” I asked.

   “The fucker kicked me in my mother fucking balls.” The boy cried out.

He was a very handsome Latino boy. Looked about 12 years old and in obvious pain. I remarked on my surprise that he wasn’t wear protection.

   “Is there any blood?” I asked.

   “I’ll go to the change room and check.” He commented.

The olive skin boy stood, still holding his crotch he walked in the direction of the door.

   “Well, you commin’ or what?” He barked in pain.

I followed the boy past the change room and further back to a smaller area. He opened the door to a disabled toilet and ushered me in first.

   “Whats your name?” I asked him.

Locking the extra wide door, he told me his name is ‘Lito’. Again I asked if there was any blood, and how bad the pain was. Lito told me the pain wasn’t so bad anymore, but didn’t know if he was bleeding.

Lito was indeed 12, fairly new to karate and was there on his own. His family thought he was stupid for taking up a white mans sport. I chuckled and asked if they knew it had an oriental background. 

Lito undid his belt and top to expose his smooth well formed chest and tummy. With a simple swooping motion is white karate pants were down to his ankles giving way to a pair of tight white underpants.

There was a definite lump showing off his package. Not obscenely large, but a good healthy size for a pubescent boy. A definite lack of red stains indicated there was no blood loss. Not that I was about to be stopped from seeing his goodies just because he wasn’t bleeding.

I reached out with out asking and pulled his undies down to meet his pants at knee level. I was impressed with what I saw. Just a few hairs at the base of his 3 inch soft cock. I was glad he hadn’t got to far into puberty. Its a definite turn off for me. Some boys develop far to soon these days.

My right hand reached out and cupped his scrotum. I rolled his two small testicle around. They felt awesome as they floated around in the thin skin container. Lito coo’d at the glorious feeling of having his nuts fondled. His little peter started to grow.

   “How is the pain now?” I questioned him.

   “Keep doing that, it’s feeling much better.” Lito said.

His uncut penis grew hard and pointed 4 inches straight out at a 90 degree angle to his body.

   “I think he might have kicked my dick to.” Exclaimed the horny boy.

   “You need it rubbed better too?” I licked my lips.

Lito didn’t answer, he was getting too worked up. I slow stroked his hot hard cock. The foreskin slid back as I watched with intrigue.

This boy cock was getting me excited. Without thinking, I leaned in and took his boy boner in my mouth. Ohho, it’s taste was exhilarating. The skin was thin and warm. My lips slid down his young shaft. I could feel his skin covered head rub against the soft pallet of my mouth. Using my grip on his balls, I guided his humping motion as he faced fucked me.

I slobbered, licked and sucked to my enjoyment. Lito’s little nuts started to pull up inside his hard abdomen. I relinquished my hold and reached around to cop a feel of his equally fit ass.

My Latino friend Lito wasn’t going to last much longer. His strokes shortened and his breathing deepened. He was on the edge. His 12 year old body convulsed, his cock throbbed and hardened. Three tasty spurts of clear sweet boy goo sprayed into my mouth. The taste was outrageously delicious. Lito’s knees buckled, I took his weight until his orgasm faded and he could stand on his own again.

   “Don’t tell anyone, please. But that was great, thanks.” Said Lito. “I got to go back now. Wait a minute then come back.”

   “Just tell them I went to the toilet, if they ask.” I offered.

Lito left, leaving the door open behind him. At the sink, I washed my hands as the recent sex events re-ran in my head. Good god, that was hot and unexpected. I have had more boy sex in the last week than in the last year.

I heard the door close behind me. Stunned, I turned quickly. There stood in the restroom was a young black boy, nothing to much to look at. Maybe 10 or 11 years old.

   “I heard what you two did. I wont tell if you get it out. I want a go.” He said.

Thinking I was caught out and had to play along, I reached forward to his crotch. Ready to get his dick out for a good sucking. He pushed my hand away.

   “No, not mine, yours. I want to suck your white knob.” He demanded.

I was still hard form being with Lito. Without hesitation, I yanked my cock out and pointed it at the little dark boy.

The pint sized peanut dropped down and started sucking for all his worth. His mouth was like a vacuum. Never had I felt this much suction from a blow-job. He was a truly seasoned pro.

His head bobbed with a reverend energy only a dedicated cock sucker could muster. His big puffy lips worked me up and down. His throat gave off many groaning sounds as he worked me to a fevered pitch.

I blew hard and hot in his small mouth. The kid swallowed with each squirt. His throat bloating as my cum pumped him full of cum.

The boy stood with a shit eating grin and thanked me for his liquid lunch.

   “Before you go, can I see your dick.” I asked.

He lowered the waistband of his lose jeans and fished out his deep black boy penis. It was sexy and hard. Oh how I wanted to drop and eat him.

   “Ya’ can suck me next week, but only if ya’ ass fik me afta’.” He offered.

We agreed and made arrangements where and when to meet. Parting ways, I returned to the Karate and watched my son show his skills.

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