Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 01:57:04 EST From: adama1416@aol.com Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy Part 5 All of the usual disclaimers apply: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between teen aged boys and other teen aged boys, as well as between teenaged boys and adult men. If this type of material is illegal in your area, city, state, province, country, etc. then don't read it. If this type of material is offensive to you, then you shouldn't be here in the first place so leave now! If you read this story, please feel free to let me know how you liked it at adama1416@aol.com All email is read, sincere emails will be answered, while flamers will happily be filed to drawer 13. Preface: When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to keep a journal of the things that I did from day to day. I look back on those journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was younger amaze even me. But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever kept from getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt. I am glad that I kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever found them and read them! Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much earlier age than they do now. What ever child labor laws there were, were seldom, if ever enforced. Some of the things that might happen to a young boy in the workplace back then were definately against the law, but if the boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt? Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot since then. Please play safe! Always wear a condom! Club House Towel Boy (My First Summer Job) By L. Ray Part 5 The first part of Sunday was pretty slow, even though the course was full. The locker room was basically empty most of the morning, even though the pool was full and there were over fifty people out on the course. I was able to get the towels stocked with no interruptions at all. When I went to the caddy shack for my break there were only three caddies in there, who hadn't gone out with golfers. Tommy told me that there were at least nine more caddies due in at noon, and there wasn't a golf cart available other than Jerry's, and mine. Mike was out on the course with Randy doing a golf lesson and Jerry was over at the barn with Pete, working on a project. I drank my coke and told the guys that I would catch them later on, then went back to check on towels at the pool. Since it was Sunday, Simon wasn't in the Laundry, but there were a whole lot of towels ready for each of the areas. I took a full cart and an empty soiled cart, hooked them together and headed to the pool. Ron was busy handing out locker keys and towels, but as soon as he saw me he put up his sign that said "Back in 30 minutes!" He walked over to me, and said to leave the carts there and come with him, he wanted to show me something in the cabana office. I followed him across the pool area to the other side of the snack bar and around the side where the picnic tables were located. Ron took a key out of the front of his Speedo and unlocked the door. The room was only furnished with a file cabinet, a large steel desk with a chair, a couch, and a small radio on top of the file cabinet. It was really warm in the small room, and I immediately felt myself start sweating. Ron walked over to the file cabinet and unlocked it, pulling out the top drawer. He reached all the way to the back of the drawer and pulled out a stack of magazines then put them down on the floor in front of the couch, motioned for me to sit down, and handed me one of the magazines. As I flipped through the pages there were pictures of nothing but young boys, having sex with men. There were fat men, thin men, bald men, men with lots of hair, and some that were really old, but in every picture there was a young boy either sucking the man's cock, or being fucked by it. Some of the pictures even showed boys who were tied up and being fucked by two men at the same time, one in the mouth and one in the ass. Ron was pulling his shirt over his head while I was looking at the next magazine. "You like those pictures Red?" "Well, they are pretty hot and sexy." He got up and went back to the file cabinet, then returned to the couch with some photographs in a file folder. As he began handing me the photos one at a time, I noticed that some of them had been made in the public playground close to my house. You could see the river and the big barges in the background, but what really got my attention was the fact that the boys in the picture all went to my school. In one of the pictures, the boy was wearing a jacket with my school's name on it, but he was naked from the waist down and bent over. Sticking out of his butt was a baseball bat. Some of the photos showed two or three guys doing things to each other, while others showed them by themselves, but in all the pictures, they were either naked from the waist down, or completely naked except for their school jackets. As I was looking at the pictures, I was getting a pretty good erection. The telephone rang and Ron jumped up to answer it. His dick was sticking straight out in his Speedo, which I hadn't noticed before that. As he hung up the phone, he said that he had to go back out to the pool and asked if I wanted to stay and look at the magazines, but I told him no, that I really had to check on the towels in the locker room. As we approached the door, he adjusted himself so that his Speedo was covered with his t-shirt. Locking the door behind us, he told me to come back when I had some more time to spend. Inside the locker room, I took the soiled cart to the laundry and brought back an empty and a full cart of towels. There were only two men in the locker room and they were nearly dressed in their regular clothes, to leave, so nothing was said. As I came back through the sauna area from taking the empty towel cart to the laundry, a young guy in his twenties was coming out of the sauna. He looked really sexy in his towel, and having just looked at Ron's magazines and pictures, I was a little horny too. He wasn't watching where he was going and nearly ran over me, but catching himself as he grabbed hold of my shoulder. His towel hit the floor as he said, "Whoa little guy, we almost had a collision there!" He still hadn't made any effort to pick up his towel from the floor, and I caught myself staring at his pubic area. His soft cock looked about three inches long, resting atop a pair of firm balls, and surrounded by a nest of soft brown pubic hair. I followed his treasure trail up from his pubes to his inverted navel, and then allowed my eyes to travel up his washboard stomach to his well defined chest. When my eyes got to his face, his eyes and mine locked together, and I could feel the heat from him, as he began talking again. "You must be Red, the new towel boy. How are you doing today, my name's Harry. Mr. Hall is my uncle, he's my mom's brother, and I used to have a job here too." he said as he stuck out his hand. "So, how's everybody treating you around here? Making some pretty good tips?" He still hadn't made any effort to pick up his towel and I could feel my cock starting to become erect, in my shorts. "Yeah, the job's great, and I am making really good tips!" I smiled as we shook hands. "So, are you busy right now?" "Not really, I was just thinking about heading out to the shack and then to the snack bar for some lunch." "Well, I've got a better idea," he said as he finally picked up his towel, but still didn't wrap it around himself, "Follow me!" He led me out into the laundry room, and back past Simon's office to the back area of the laundry. There was a door back there marked "Private" which he opened. Inside the room was a bed, a record player, and a small stack of 45 RPM records. There was a small window, which had a curtain over it, and a small lamp on a table with a circular rug on the floor. When we entered the room, he shut the door behind us and immediately turned toward me and began pulling my shirt up and over my head. Once he had my shirt off, he began kissing my neck, and then down onto my chest. As he knelt down on one knee, he slowly pulled my shorts and jock down past my knees and then let them drop to my ankles. He bent his upper body forward and took my half erect cock into his mouth, sucking it deeply into his warm, moist mouth. It went instantly erect as he sucked it with gusto. I felt my knees get weak, as he placed his hand behind my back and caught my weight, then lifted me from my feet, and stood, placing me on the bed on my back. He then knelt between my knees, raising them so that my feet were flat on the mattress of the bed, then engulfed my hard cock once more, swallowing it all the way to the base. I could feel his chin rubbing where there used to be hair, and it felt smooth yet very sexy. While he was sucking my cock in and out of his hot mouth, he began working his arms under my legs, lifting them into the air, then, taking my cock out of his mouth, he started licking around my balls, and down into my crack. I felt his tongue enter me, and my body shuddered, as he twisted it around inside. I could feel my ass and legs lifting higher as my back bent more and more, pushing my own cock toward my face. I also noticed that as he pushed my ass higher, he was also getting higher up, onto his feet. My cock was close enough to my face that I could get nearly half of it into my mouth, so I opened up, turned my face so that it would fall in, and began to suck on myself. Once my cock was in my mouth, Harry pushed his seven inch cock into my ass. I couldn't believe this new sensation, it was almost like I was sucking Harry's cock through my own cock. Harry began to fuck in and out, each inward thrust forcing my own cock further into my own sucking mouth. I couldn't believe how good it felt, and I was beginning to approach my orgasm, a little quicker than usual. I slowed my sucking action in an effort to postpone my own cumming, when Harry began to moan loudly, then yelling out, "Oh my God, I'm cumminggggggggggggggg! As he shot into my ass, I let go, and allowed myself to cum. I soon found that I couldn't control my ass muscles in this position, but as my cum began to flood my mouth, it was almost like it was coming from Harry rather than my own cock. Harry kept me in this bent over position until his cock began to swell again, and he started to fuck me again. This caused me to become erect again, and as he seemed to push into me harder, I was sure that more and more of my own cock was filling my mouth, until my nose was touching my bare pubic area. At this point the had one foot beside my head, and one behind my back, and was literally sitting on my right cheek, with his cock buried all the way into me. He pushed down with his hands, forcing my cock all the way into my throat, as he pulled his own cock out of my ass, and began shooting his cum into my face. I immediately began cumming for the second time, deep into my own throat. Once I quit cumming, he lowered my ass back down onto the bed, turned me onto my stomach, and then began to massage my lower back and buttocks. After a few minutes, he swatted me on my bare ass with his open hand, saying, "Let's get you dressed, then I'll dress and we'll go out to the dining room and have some lunch. Once I was dressed we headed out to the locker room, where Harry quickly dressed, then reached into his pocket pulling out a bill and handing it to me. "I only have a hundred, but I'll give you a little more after I pay for our lunch. And I know it's only supposed to be fifty, but you are too damn good for just a fifty dollar tip. You deserve a lot more than that!" We headed out of the locker room, and down the hall toward the dining room. We talked through lunch, and I found out that I was the first young boy he had been with since he worked at the club himself. He had had sex with Jerry and Randy and a couple of the others but had never been able to bend them enough so that they could suck their own cocks, and I found out that he had wanted to do that with a boy ever since his uncle had gotten him to do it when he was 14. He told me that he could still do it, by himself, but he liked the idea of showing another boy how he can always suck himself off if he gets horny and there's no one around to help him out. After he paid the check, he handed me another fifty dollars, and told me that he would like to get together again sometime. He also told me to feel free to use his secret room whenever I wanted, and handed me a key, as he cautioned, "Only Mike and Uncle Bill know about that room, so keep it locked, and keep it quiet. We said our goodbyes and I headed back to take care of the towels. Back at the pool area, Ron was nowhere to be found as I restocked the pool area with towels. One of the lifeguards came over and asked if my name was Red? When I told him yes, he asked me to follow him, as he led me back around to the pool office, where Ron had taken me before. He knocked on the door as a voice inside asked who it was. "Philip" he shouted through the door. "I brought Red around like you asked me too." Ron opened the door and stepped behind it, as Philip pushed me gently into the room, following me inside. Ron shut and locked the door, then stepped in front of us, naked as the day he was born. I turned slightly at a movement behind me, to see that Philip was removing his shirt, leaving him standing there in nothing but his Speedo. Philip put his hands under my arms as Ron picked up my feet and the two of them laid me on the floor, then began removing my clothes. Philip's Speedo encased cock was just inches from my face, as he kneeled above my head, while Ron began licking my toes, sucking each one before moving on to the next one. By the time he was licking at my thigh, Philip had managed to work his Speedo down around his knees, releasing his cock into my full view. Philip was a tall blonde haired boy, with a lean swimmers build, but his cock was about eight and a half inches long. It was also very thin looking. I had heard the term "Pencil Dick" at school, but never really knew what it meant until I saw Philip's cock. It was no thicker than two of my fingers side by side, allowing the length to make it look super thin, but I couldn't wait to get it into my mouth to suck it down. Ron was sucking on my cock and then moved so that his body was straddling my hips. He sat down on my cock, twisting his face a little as he sat all the way down, then pulled completely off of me, reaching for a pillow from the couch, which he shoved under my ass, then mounted himself onto my cock again. Ron began to raise and lower himself on my hard cock, as I sucked Philip's cock into my mouth and ultimately into my throat. Because of how thin his cock was, I found that there was no problem breathing around it, even though it was all the way down my throat. "Oh God Philip, you have got to feel this kid's cock up your ass. You'll never want Ricky's little mouse of a cock again, I promise!" Philip had started to lean forward, keeping his long, thin cock moving in and out of my mouth, as he began sucking on Ron's cock, which was bouncing above my stomach. After a while, Ron got up off my cock and told Philip to trade him places. Philip was only too eager to comply, as he shoved his ass down onto my cock, then leaned back to allow Ron to suck him, while Ron's hard six inch cock slid down my throat, as he told me to be sure and let them know when I was ready to cum. Having sucked out two loads from my own cock only an hour ago, it took me a while to get built up to another climax, but as soon as I felt my balls starting to tighten, I let them know it. Philip stood up and then knelt down in front of the couch, as Ron helped me to my feet and then he and I sat on the edge of the couch. He began to jerk on my cock and his at the same time, then told Philip to get ready, cause he could tell that I was ready and so was he. "As soon as you feel yourself ready to shoot, Red, stand up and let Philip here have it in his mouth. He's a real cum eater, that one is! Loves cum and can't ever get enough of it!" When I knew that I couldn't hold it any longer, I stood up. Ron kept pumping my cock as Philip opened his mouth and put it over the head, just in time to catch my cum. The whole time I shot into his mouth, he made these little gurgling sounds. Once I was finished, he licked my cock clean, then turned his attention to Ron's cock, just as it exploded. Once he was finished with Ron, he lay back on his back, and pumped his own cock as Ron got up from the couch and went to his desk. He came back with what looked like a balloon, and slipped it onto Philip's cock, apparently just at the right moment, as Philip began to shoot his cum load into the balloon. Once he quit cumming, Ron took the balloon off Philip's cock and turned it up so that the open end was in his mouth, and we watched the boy suck his cum out of it, and into his mouth. Philip lay there on the floor, moaning and making soft cooing sounds while I got dressed, and Ron went back over to his desk. He came back and handed me a hundred dollars, saying, "Mike says you boys get a hundred from us, so here you go. Next time though, it's just you and me, cause I want that hot boy cum inside my ass. But don't be afraid to come by and use Philip any time you want. He loves cum, and he loves to get fucked too." Ron looked at his watch, "guess you had better get going, it's almost time for you to head home, and we have a group of girl scouts coming for a private party in about an hour. Damn I'll be glad when they finally get that damn swimming club open over in your town, these little girls get on my nerves with their shrill little voices when they are in the pool." I left the pool area, taking the soiled towels as I went. I was glad that I didn't have to work on Monday. Monday morning I got my money can down from my book shelf. I was glad that my little brother wasn't tall enough to reach it, because I knew that he'd get into it and tell mom how much money was there. In less than a week, I had already made more money than my dad made in a whole week of driving a truck, and I didn't have to work nearly as hard as he did. Actually, my job was more like playing than working. I counted my money, made a note of it in my journal, and then put it away. I pulled some clothes from the drawer of my dresser and headed downstairs to get a bath and head out to find some of my friends to play. As I was going out the door, my mother reminded me that I had a dentist appointment at 6:00 that evening, and to be sure and check in every once in a while to let her know that I was ok. Once in the garage, I unlocked my bike and headed over to one of my friends house to see if he was home. Oddly enough, I had friends, in fact my best friends, who lived within a block of my house, but I went to my friend Bobby's house first. He lived over a mile away from me, but there was a reason for me wanting to see him first. Unfortunately, Bobby wasn't home, but his mother told me that he had gone down to River Street so I headed there. River Street was actually just a little dirt road that followed the river bank. For the most part, there was a factory down there that made steel barrels, and a place with great big tanks that stored crude oil. Farther down the street was a path that led down to the river bank where there was an old hobo camp that wasn't used by them anymore. We had turned it into a bit of a play fort, where we would go and just hang out. Bobby and his friend Rich had brought some Playboy magazines that Rich stole from his older brother, and we had an old metal cooler that we would keep our junk in, things like a bottle opener, a couple of candles, some old rope, and of course, the Playboys. There was also a little transistor radio that we would use to listen to music, when one of us could get an extra battery. The fort itself was built of several two by fours and old sheets of plywood that we had salvaged from the bank of the Ohio River. I had brought nails and a hammer from home, as did Bobby and Rich, and my other friend Joe, and we nailed the thing together. We had seen fit to put a couple of "spy windows" in it so that if we heard someone coming we could look out and see who it was, and we put an old door that we found on one side, with a lock and a hasp. When I got close to the fort, I didn't see Bobby's bike, so I knew that he wasn't there, and decided to leave, but just as I started back up the path to my bike, I heard voices coming from inside the fort. "You hold him down good and tight, cause I'm gonna' shove this thing up that cute little hole of his!" My heart began to race, trying to tell me that I should go away, but curiosity was probably my biggest downfall, and I inched my way closer to the small enclosure. The spy windows were all closed, and someone with a key to the lock had to have been there to unlock it, which meant that at least one of my friends had to be inside. I inched my way closer to the little shack until I was close enough to lift one of the spy windows slightly. What I saw inside made my heart race until I thought my heart was going to beat it's way out of my chest. There on his knees, with his hands tied and a dirty rag shoved into his mouth, was Rich. They had pulled his pants down around his ankles, and the man behind him had his cock sticking out of his pants, which looked like they hadn't been washed in a year. He was also wearing a tattered old coat and a hat that had big black stains on it. I couldn't see the other man, but decided that they must be a couple of hobos who had somehow caught Rich off guard, and by himself. I sneaked back up the path, trying to think what I could do to help my friend, when I saw a police car coming up the street. I jumped into the middle of the street and started waving my arms to attract his attention, as he turned on his red light on top of the car and pulled up. "What's the matter son?" Nearly out of breath, I managed to tell him what I had seen and heard. He had me stay by his car while he got his gun from the holster and walked down to the shack. "You boys need to turn loose of the boy, and come on out now! We've got you surrounded, so just come on out and nobody will get hurt!" The first one of the two to come out was a young guy of about 16 or so. He was just as dirty as the other man had appeared to be, and the officer had him lay down on the ground. When the other man looked out the door of the shack, he started running down the bank when the officer fired a shot in the air. He dropped to his knees, begging the policeman not to shoot him. I ran into the shack and helped Rich get untied, and by the time we were back up the path, the two men were in the backseat of the cruiser, and another police cruiser had arrived on the scene. By the time that Rich had told his story to the two officers, I was just someone who happened to be passing by and heard the noise. He told them that he didn't know me, but he was glad that I happened along. They put him in the back of the other cruiser, and took him home, and sent me on my way on my bike. I would find out the next day that our shack had been torn down and burned, and Rich got sent to juvenile hall for the next six weeks for trespassing. I decided that the best thing for me to do was to go back to my neighborhood, and see if I could hook up with the twins Ronny and Donny, or my best friend Alan. I found Alan at home and he called the twins, who came over and we all played monopoly until 2:00. I left to go to my house and let my mom know where I was, then went back to Alan's house to play some more games. While I was gone, they twins had gone back home to eat lunch, so Alan and I hung out in his room watching TV for a while. Alan's older brother, and his best friend Frog came in, wearing their softball uniforms. They were covered in red dirt and both of them had their shoes off and their shirts open, showing their slim builds through their athletic under shirts, which might have been white at one time. Alan's brother was 20 and Frog was a couple of months younger than him. They were both big boys, having more muscles than I had ever seen on anyone before I started working at the Golf Club, and I knew that Mike and Frog both had really big cocks too. It was Alan's brother who had fucked me for the first time nearly two years earlier, and I found out that same night that he had been fucking Alan for three years already at that point. The two of them stopped at Alan's bedroom door, and stepped into the room, as Mike scratched his nuts through his uniform. "So what have you ladies been up to this afternoon?" Alan mumbled an answer, "Just playing monopoly, and watching TV." Mike looked at Frog, "Well, we lost our game today, and we need some comforting!" "Yeah!" Frog added, as he hefted his nuts with his right hand, "my cock needs some serious attention!" Alan and I looked at one another, then back toward the two standing at the door, then Alan spoke up, "Well, you guys probably stink, so go take a shower, and we'll be ready when you get out." "I've got a better idea." said Mike, "You two can come down to the basement, and give us a shower down there, and we can take care of our hurting cocks at the same time!" Alan and I got up off the bed as Mike and Frog went to Mike's room and dropped their clothes into a heap on the floor, then led us down the hall, stopping long enough to grab some towels, and then we all headed down the stairs to the kitchen, where Mike opened the basement door and we all headed down those stairs as well. Once at the bottom of the stairs we crossed the room to the big cement block shower that stood in one corner. Mike got the water running while Alan and I peeled off our clothes and we all got in. I was soaping Mike down, and Alan was working on Frog, when Frog spoke up, "Hey Mike, you fucked Red the last time, how about I take a turn this time?" Mike looked at Alan and me, then turned back to Frog, "Sure, why not, what are buddies for if not to share!" Alan and I traded places and Forg's cock got long and hard as I worked the soap over his body with my hands, paying special attention to his cock and balls. Frog got under the spray and rinsed himself down, then grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the shelf along the top of the shower wall. He poured a good amount of it into his hand and bent me forward as his hand immediately went to my ass hole, where he worked the baby oil in good. He then coated his cock with more oil and began to push it into me. From my position, I was watching Mike push himself into Alan, who was smiling a devilish smile at me, as his big brother entered him. We were close enough together, that we only had to reach out our hands to stroke each other's cocks while the other two fucked into us, going in and out as they built up their rhythms. I could feel Alan's cock start to swell in my hand, and knew that he was ready to cum, and could feel my own climax building too. As we both shot our loads into one another's hands, we locked our mouths together in a deep tongue duel. Our ass muscles contracted, squeezing tightly on the cocks that were buried deep within us, and Mike and Frog both released their huge loads deep inside of us. When we were finished, Mike ate the cum from Alan's hand as Frog ate what was in my hand. We washed ourselves again, dried and dressed, then headed back up to the living room to watch TV. I looked at the big ugly clock that Alan's mom had on the wall and noticed that it was almost 5:00, and I told them that I had to go to my dentist appointment. As I was leaving, Mike suggested that I see if I could spend the night with Alan, and we could all fuck and suck all night long. I told him that I would try. I rode my bike up the alley, parked it in the side yard, and went upstairs to eat dinner, then brushed my teeth and headed for Dr. Bill's office. I arrived at 5:45, and when I entered the side door of the office, Dr. Bill stepped out of one of the exam rooms, told me to have a seat while he finished up with a patient, and he'd be right with me. I sat down and thumbed through a magazine until I got bored, then got up to wander around the waiting area. There was a large fish tank on a side table, and I looked at the fish for a while, then got bored with them. As I began to wander around the room, I heard some familiar noises coming from the exam room, and sneaked toward the door. There was a boy of about 16 in the chair, and he was moaning loudly, not from anything Dr. Bill was doing to his mouth, but rather what he was doing to his cock. Dr. Bill was sucking the boy's cock, and I watched quietly as the boy went stiff, and I knew that he was filling Dr. Bill's mouth full of his teen cum. As soon as I saw Dr. Bill start to raise up, I hurried back to a seat in the waiting area, where I was sitting when Dr. Bill called me back. As I passed the boy on my way into the exam room, I recognized him from school, and we merely smiled at one another as he left. I took my seat in the exam chair, as Dr. Bill began his examination of my mouth, starting with an x-ray. He left the room and came back shortly saying that there were no cavities, and everything looked good, but he wanted to do a visual exam just to be safe. He leaned into the chair and pressed his crotch against my hand on the arm rest, as he had me open wide. Once he was satisfied that everything looked good, he leaned back and began to remove his white smock shirt, exposing his bare abdomen and chest to me. "Why don't you get comfortable, while I go lock the door and gather up a few things that we can play with, while we have some fun." As Dr. Bill left the room, I began removing my clothes, leaving on my socks, and the paper bib that Dr. Bill had put around my neck. I'm really not sure why I left the bib, but it seemed sort of a funny thing to do, so I did it. When Dr. Bill returned, he had several items in his hands which included a tube of some kind of ointment, a large bottle of baby oil, and s bowl of something that looked like plaster. There was also a jar of something called "Liquid-cast." He placed the items on the little table that was used to put the dentist tools on, and I noticed that he hadn't put the tools away yet either. There was one of those little things with a mirror on the end, and a scraper thing, and two or three things that looked like pliers, then there was another tool that I didn't recognize as a dentist tool. I had seen them laying on the table at my regular doctor's office, but couldn't imagine what they would be for. It looked like a duck's bill on one end and had a handle that had two grips and a hinge. It was made out of metal. Dr. Bill took his smock off completely, and then removed his pants and shoes, standing there in his underwear and a pair of black socks with those funny looking elastic bands that went around his calves and had a clip that attached to the top of the socks, like the ones on a ladies girdle that hold up her stockings. Dr. Bill picked up the bowl of plaster and asked me, "What do you think about us making a model of that hot cock of yours?" "How can you do that? Models are made out of plastic and come in boxes from the ten cent store!" "Well, this is a different kind of model. What we'll do is get your dick hard and then cover it with this plaster. Then we'll pour a liquid in the plaster mold that we make and in about 30 minutes we'll clean the plaster off and we'll have an exact replica of that beautiful dick! It's real easy and a lot of fun too, because the plaster feels all warm on your dick!" It sounded a little messy, but at the same time, I was interested in seeing how it worked, so I agreed. Dr. Bill took the bowl and put some water in with the plaster and began to stir it, while he got my dick into his mouth and got it good and hard. Once he had me as hard as a rock, he coated it with the baby oil, and then began to spread the plaster onto it, putting it on pretty thickly. He kept tickling around my hole with his free hand, which kept my dick hard and standing straight up. I could definitely feel the heat starting to come up from the plaster, and it felt like it was shrinking tighter around my hard dick. After about ten minutes he stopped playing with my hole, and allowed my dick to shrink, which made it slip right out of the plaster, which Dr. Bill set straight up in a tray with a sort of cup in it. He then took the jar of Liquid-cast and poured some of it into a large cup and added some stuff from a little brown bottle, then stirred it with a Popsicle stick and poured the mixture into the plaster from my dick and set it aside. He got a towel and wet it in warm water from the sink and began cleaning the little bits of plaster from my dick, legs and belly, and the warmth, combined with his manipulations, made my dick get hard again. Dr. Bill then took the tube from the table, opened it and squirted a large amount of a brownish colored liquid onto his fingers, which he reached down and began working into my ass hole. "This will make your hole a little numb. It's called Lidocain get, and I rub it on your gums before I give you the Novocain shot." He continued to work the stuff into my hole for several minutes, and by the time he stopped, he had four fingers up inside me. Then he picked up the metal thing and covered it with baby oil and began to work it into me. Once it was inside, I couldn't really feel it, until he started to squeeze the two parts of the handle together. I felt the thing spread me way open inside my hole. He took a little flashlight and shined it up inside of me, and looked around. I felt him sticking something way up inside there, and then felt a stream of water shooting into me, and the water was running back out, and onto the floor. It sort of tickled, but at the same time, the force of the water was stinging a little. When he took the water nozzle out of my ass and removed the tool, he looked at me and smiled, "Clean as a whistle now! But somebody has fucked that hole already today, haven't they?" I smiled, nodding my head as he continued, "Well, no matter, because it's totally clean now!" Dr. Bill turned and checked the mold thing , then turned back to me. "How about I stick my big cock up in there while we wait for your dildo to get done?" "What's a dildo, Dr. Bill?" "It's a plastic or rubber replica, or model, of a cock. Some people use them when they don't have someone else around to fuck them with the real thing." "So, you're making a dildo of my cock?" "Yep, that's exactly what we're making. Do you know Shorty, the boy who was here when you got here?" "Yeah, I've seen him around school. Why?" "I made a dildo of his cock too. He has about the same size cock as you do, but he's not circumcised! Would you like to see it?" "Sure!" Dr. Bill opened a cabinet and took down something wrapped in a towel, then began to unwrap it. He handed me the hard, rubber like, replica of the cock. It was as big as mine was hard and I could see the veins and even where it looked like skin was pulled all the way up over the head, with only a little opening, allowing the tip of the head to show through. I thought to myself how it would feel to have it, or better yet, the real one inside my hole, or even down my throat. Dr. Bill must have read my mind, because as he took the imitation cock into his hand, he began to apply a generous coating of oil to it, and pushed it at my hole. My hole opened up to allow it to slide inside, and Dr. Bill began to move it in and out of my ass, as he leaned forward, sucking my rapidly stiffening cock into his mouth. As I moaned from the feelings Dr. Bill increased his sucking action, causing the sensations in my cock to rise faster, as I felt my climax approaching. Dr. Bill then pulled his mouth all the way to the head of my cock, swirling his tongue rapidly around the sensitive head, as I shot load after load of my young, hot cum into his waiting mouth. Once my body had stopped vibrating from my orgasm, Dr. Bill pulled the dildo from my hole and laid it on the table with the instruments. He then moved himself up to the edge of the chair and lifted my legs into the air as he moved his cock to my hole and slid it in. He hadn't made more than three strokes, when he began shooting his load deep inside of me. Once he had fully recovered, he stepped back and felt of the dildo he had made of my cock, then lifted it from the cup holder and turned off the water in the sink to clean the plaster off of it. Once all of the plaster was cleaned off, he handed me the dildo. "So what do you think?" I looked it over carefully, "Wow, that's amazing! It really looks like my cock when it's hard. I can even see my pee hole!" "Pretty cool, huh?" "Yeah, can we make another one, so I can have one too?" "Sure, in fact, I'll make you one right now if you want me too." "That would be so cool!" Dr. Bill left the room to get some more plaster and returned moments later. "Do you have others too?" "I sure do. In fact, I have one that I know you'll like." He turned and opened the cabinet again, reaching into it and getting a box which he placed on the counter. He pulled a cock out that looked quite a bit bigger than mine and handed it to me. It had the letters "R C" cut into the bottom end of it, "Ronnie Charles?" I asked looking up at Dr. Bill. "It certainly is, and I just made it on this morning! In fact," He reached into the box again then handed me a second one, identical to the one I already had in my hand, "This one is for you!" I looked up, not knowing what to say. "He had me make it especially for you, he was planning on giving it to you at the club, on Wednesday, but when I told him that you would be here this evening, he asked me to give it to you for him!" I smiled a wicked little smile as I rubbed the head of the dildo across my lips, imagining what his cock would really taste like, as I stuck my tongue out to gently lick the pee hole at the tip. After Dr. Bill made the second mold from my cock, I helped him clean up the mess we had made while it set, then, my new treasures safely in a bag, I mounted my bike, turned on the headlight, and headed home! I couldn't wait until I was alone in my room so that I could work the dildo of Ronnie's cock into my hole!