Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2002 00:23:39 EDT
From: TomGTongue@aol.com
Subject: DENTAL RIM

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DENTAL RIM

From Tom's Tongue

Hello.  My name is Tom Gibson, and I am a DDS -- a dentist.  I have a
family practice I share with three others in a medium-sized Southern
town. I am 25 and have lived here since I graduated from the University of
Florida Dentistry School two years ago.  I'm 5'11", weigh 185 pounds, with
brown hair and blue eyes.  I work out and swim regularly and my smooth body
is very muscular.  The only hair on me is in my pits, my pubes and a few
around my asshole.

On with the story...two nights ago, just as I was about close up the office
and leave, the phone rang.  I debated whether to answer it, but I had a
patient I'd seen earlier who was in a lot of pain, and I was worried about
her.  If the service picked it up, and it was she, it would take an extra
five or ten minutes before I reached her.  So, just to be on the safe side,
I picked up the receiver.  "Family Dentistry," I answered "Dr. Gibson
speaking."

A young male voice responded, "Dr. Gibson, this is Frank Cooper - I was in
there to see you last weekend..."

I remembered Frank very well.  He's a local high school sports star -
dark-haired, blue-eyed, boy-next-door kind of guy.  He was very likeable
and out-going, and on top of everything else he had perfect straight white
cavity-free teeth.  He flossed every DAY!

I remember when he was sitting in the chair as I did the follow up to his
cleaning and x-rays, how unsettled I'd felt.  He was looking at me very
strangely.  It was a Saturday and I was wearing khakis and a scrub top as
opposed to my weekday dress shirt and tie. As I entered the exam room, I
could see him look me up and down, without stopping while I reviewed his
file and x-rays.  He stared deep into my eyes while I was bent over his
reclining body, trying to look into his mouth, only to be repeatedly
distracted by his gaze.

"...see you?" I was completely lost in remembering. Frank had continued
speaking and I hadn't heard a thing he'd said.

"Excuse me, Frank, could you repeat that?"

"Uh, sure.  I need to ask for your help, and I was wondering if I could
come by to see you?"

Somehow, I had the feeling that Frank wanted more than a routine follow-up,
but couldn't be sure.  As I replayed his mysteriously intense look from
last Saturday, I realized that his stare had aroused me, both on Saturday
and, even then and there, as we spoke on the phone.  I replied, "No
problem, Frank.  Do you want me to check my schedule bo-...?"

"NO!" he interrupted, "I need to see you now!  I'm across the street at the
drug store.  I looked in your front window and saw that you were alone."
There was definitely urgency in his voice.

"Is this a dental problem, Frank?"

"Uh...uh...yeah...sorta.  Dr. Gibson, it's just very PERSONAL and I didn't
want to ask you about it with a lot of people around."  I was curious,
that's for sure.

Before I go on, let me tell you a bit more about myself.  I am or was what
you would call solo-sexual - since messing around with a few folks in
college - both male and female, I have had sex only with my right hand.
I'd also had offers, again from both sexes, but I just wasn't interested.
Up until the night in question, I didn't consider it any big deal.  It was
just something I took care of myself.  I WILL admit, however, that a mental
picture of Frank did enter my mind the last time Rosie Palm took her
sisters out for a walk.

Deciding that I wanted to see what was going on with this good looking guy,
I said, "Sure, Frank, come on over.  I'll meet you at the door."

As I walked to the office's glass front door, I could see Frank emerging
from the shop across the way.  He was wearing short - very short - gym
shorts and a low scooped tank top.  His musculature was quite impressive
and obvious.  I admired his athletic grace as he jogged between the two
doors.

When he saw me standing, waiting for him, a radiant smile broke out on his
boyishly handsome face.  "Gee, Dr. Gibson, you don't know how much I
appreciate this."  As he spoke, he moved inside and I locked the door.  "I
wanted to talk to you on Saturday...hell, I've wanted to talk to you about
this for a LONG time."

"Well come on inside and we'll see what we can do..." We stepped out of the
waiting room (I took note that the outdated copies of Sports Illustrated,
People, House & Garden and Highlight were straightened) and into the
surgery.  For an office, I have a very cramped space that I share, so, I
couldn't take him there.  It was too small.  "Why don't we step into this
exam room to talk?" I asked, moving as I spoke.  "You sit in he chair and
I'll roll up this stool.  Good.  Okay, tell me what's bothering you."

He sat back, stared up at the fluorescent-lighted ceiling for a moment, and
turned to look me in the eyes.  It was another of "those" stares, I felt a
twitching in my crotch.  "Like I told you, this is sorta dental...well it's
ORAL."

"Oral...?" I queried.

"Yeah, I've been doing some reading at the college library, and I think I
have what they call an oral fixation."

I almost laughed, but he was so very serious, I subdued myself.  I just
nodded with my hand covering my mouth trying to show a concerned
expression, but actually trying to conceal my smile.  "I see," I mused,
"what is it that you are..."long pause "fixated about?"

Turning to face me directly, he spoke softly, "I..I...want to
put...uh...things in my mouth.  I want to taste them, I want to kiss them,
I want to lick them, and I want to suck them.  I thought you might be able
to help me out."

"Tell me more, Frank...what else do you want?"  I knew what I wanted, my
dick was hard as a rock and uncomfortably tangled in my Calvin boxer
briefs.  He was acting shy and demure, but I could just tell he wanted
something different...something more..

Noticing him squirming in his seat, I looked down and saw that he had a
hard on.  Not only was his beautiful fat cock hard, four or five inches had
worked their way free against his right thigh.  Emerging from the left leg
hole was one Grade-A-Large-Egg-sized ball, covered with curly black hair.

I waited.  Leaning back in the chair with his face parallel to the floor (I
have state-of-the-art headrests), he spoke softly, almost as though I
wasn't even there, "I don't want anybody to hurt me, but I want somebody to
make me take things in my mouth - make me suck them..."

"What 'things,' Frank?"

"Well...anything.  Anything somebody would MAKE ME take in my mouth.
Anything..." He sounded like he was in the middle of a dream.

Something awoke in me that I didn't realize existed.  "So, Frank is a pig
boy, huh?"

"Yesssss...."

"Yes, what?"

"YES, SIR!"

"That's better" I stood "Get up!  Don't you think I have too many clothes
on, boy?  STIP ME, NOW!"

Frank jumped up with an enthusiasm that surprised me.  As he said, "Yes,
Sir!" he reached for my shirt, ignoring my tie and yanked it open, popping
buttons flying across the exam room.  As I finished pulling off the shirt,
leaving the tie on, Frank was kneeling between my feet, untying one
shoelace with each hand, lifting first my right, then my left foot freeing
them of both oxfords and socks.  After finishing with the left one, he
lifted it toward his face, inhaling through his nose loudly.

Leaning back against the counter, pushing back a tray of sterilized
implements, I said, "Okay, Frank, check out that foot.  Does it smell
good?"  He looked up at me and nodded.  I continued, "How do you think
it'll taste?"  I have clean feet, with high arches, long thin toes with a
few veins just beneath the skin that snake up my muscular calves.

He didn't answer me.  His tongue was extended and he ran it around my big
toe like he was licking a dick head.  I felt a tingling in my balls as he
gave each of my toes equal treatment.  Growing frustrated, I pulled my foot
back, dropped it slightly, and rubbed it across his dripping cock, still
protruding from his shorts.

When I had collected a good supply of his pre-cum, I lifted it to his mouth
again.  Lunging forward, Frank sucked my as much of my foot into his hungry
mouth as he could contain.  I could feel his tongue slathering my sensitive
sole.  "You like the way that tastes?"  I asked.

He moaned and nodded with my foot still buried in his mouth.  I pulled my
now-sopping-wet foot free, and began pulling at my belt buckle trying to
lose my now-too-snug slacks.  Frank grabbed my hands, and said, "No,
sir...that's my job." Taking a moment to rub his hand all over my crotch,
he looked up at me and smiled.  "Just like Christmas morning!"  With
surprising dexterity, he had my belt unfastened, my pants unhooked,
unzipped and, along with my Calvin's, at my ankles and off, faster than I
could have even done it myself.

He was bent over, so I knew he hadn't gotten much of a look at my dripping
nine-incher yet.  To tease him, I spun around so my back was to him.
Jokingly, I said, "Wanna kiss my ass too, Frank?"

"OH, YES, SIR!  WHATEVER YOU SAY SIR!"  Before I knew what was going on,
he'd pushed me forward until I had to grab the counter to stop my fall.  He
grabbed my ankles and pulled them apart, and within seconds I felt his
mouth, lips and tongue kissing, licking and lapping my ass cheeks.  He
moaned, "So beautiful.  Dr. Gibson, YOU SMELL AND TASTE SO GOOD, SIR!"  He
began licking my crack, not deeply, but enough to graze my pucker-hole a
few times.

Now, call me na^Ėve, but I'd never heard of rimming before.  Frank
grabbed one of my ass cheeks in each of his hands and demonstrated what I
had been missing.  My cock instantly went from just hard to
raging-could-be-cumming-soon ROCK HARD!  I swear he had his tongue six
inches up my hole!  IT FELT SO GOOD!

"OH, FRANKIE BOY, DON'T STOP.  LICK IT, MAN.  FUCK MY HOLE WITH YOUR
TONGUE!"  I was delirious with pleasure -- pleasure unlike any I had ever
known.  So, this was what I had been missing all these years, a tongue up
my rectum?  I was nearing orgasm and I wasn't even touching my dick!

Frank was actually grunting and moaning with delight as he continued to
discover new uncharted territory in my nether reaches.  I pulled away from
his suctioning mouth, wanting to prolong the experience.  "Okay, Pig boy,
off with those clothes, and get back in the chair."  I ordered.

I moved the chair to the fully reclined position as I carefully observed
him undress.  His face, which wore a determined expression, was smeared
with his spit, my sweat and ass juices.  He was moving as fast as possible
and nearly fell in his efforts.  His body is wonderful, model perfect.  He
has a small triangle of hair on his breastbone, and a thick pleasure trail
leading from his navel to his hairy bush.  Fully revealed, his cock was
amazing.  Eight thick inches, dripping with pre-cum, so much so that the
hairs on his large balls were glistening.

I wanted to suck that dick...but not before we took care of mine!  As he
climbed back onto the chair, I bent to pick up my socks, which he had
dropped on top of my shoes.  I pulled off my tie without freeing the knot,
and slipped it's over Frank's head, covering his eyes and tying the loose
ends to the headrest.  Using the socks, I tied his hands to the armrests.
We were ready for his oral examination.

"Okay, now we're gonna do that testing you came for.  You ready, Frank?"

"Yes, sir!"

"I'm gonna put something in or on your mouth for five seconds. When I take
it out or off, you're to tell me what that item is.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir"

"And if you don't know or misidentify the item, you'll have to take it back
into your mouth for a length of time to be determined by me.  Got that?"

"Yes, sir!"  This affirmative was with his mouth open and his tongue
sliding around his lips, like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

God, he was cooperative!  And I loved it.  I wanted to bury my dick down
his gullet, but I knew it would be more fun for both of us, and I also
wanted him to EAT MY ASS SOME MORE!  But wanting to have some fun, I pushed
my index and middle fingers into his hungry craw.  I didn't mess around
either, I pushed them all the way inside, feeling his tongue slip-sliding
all around them.  Amazingly, I felt a tingle in my nipples as he licked the
webbing between my knuckles.

As I pulled free, he gasped, "Those are your fingers, sir!"

I immediately bent and pushed my hardened tit onto his mouth.  Licking
outward to test the field, he immediately began using his teeth, lips and
tongue to provide me with exquisite torture.

Again, I pulled free, "Your nipple, sir!"

Lifting my arm and moving slightly to my left, I dropped my arm pit onto
his seeking tongue.  He sniffed deeply and began taking long lapping licks
of the sweaty hair there.

"Your arm pit, sir.  It smells SO GOOD!  CAN I HAVE SOME MORE?"

"No!" was my only reply.  I pointed my tongue and pushed it toward his
lips.  He tried desperately to lift his head to kiss me, but the tie
restrained him, leaving him to suck on my tongue like it was a small dick.
The thought made me want to give him the real thing, but I had two other
taste tests in mind.

Pulling away, tasting myself on my tongue, I stood and straddled his face,
hearing him say, "Your tongue, sir!  Please, let me kiss you!"  Holding my
sopping wet dick head against my stomach, I dropped my bouncing balls into
his mouth.

He emitted a deep groan of delight as my balls, both of them, were engulfed
in his amazing mouth, sending even more tingles across my body.  Bobbing up
and down a bit caused my sack to pull tight as he applied more suction.
When I pulled free, with an audible pop, he gasped, "Sir, I don't know what
those were...so, you hafta put 'em back in me."

"Frank" I gasped, as well, "you know I make the rules" And I dangled my
balls at his lips, where he could reach them with his tongue, but not his
lips.  He was whimpering with desire.  I looked down and saw his dick
throbbing with a steady stream of pre-cum collecting on his chiseled
stomach.

Grabbing my balls, I moved forward and dropped my ass onto his hungry
tongue.  I didn't give a damn about any five-second rule then.  I spent the
next five minutes dragging my ass crack up and down his face, bouncing my
hole on his pointed tongue and emitting a stream of obscenities that amazed
even me.

As orgasm approached again, I straightened.  Frank moaned and pushed his
tongue out as far as it would go, trying to induce my hole back to him.
Enticing as that might have been, I wanted - no, I NEEDED to cum.  Reaching
under his head, I lowered the headrest to its fullest, literally pointing
his chin directly at the ceiling. Lining my dick head up with his lips, I
spoke, "Now, Frank, it's time for us to test...your gag reflex."  I pushed
forward and was swallowed to the HILT!

The small exam room was filled with the sounds of Frank gulping, slurping
and gurgling around my dick.  My pre-cum was a perfect lubricant and I slid
easily back and forth inside his already dripping-wet, molten hot mouth.
Frank and I were both in the throes of fuck lust. I began pounding my dick
in and out of him, my balls bouncing on his eyes and nose, and he was
whimpering and begging for more.

"OH, YEAH, SUCK THAT DICK, FRANK!  YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM!  I'M GONNA
FILL YOUR STOMACH WITH MY SPECIAL WHITEWASH!"  Just as my first blast hit
his throat, Frank moaned loudly and I watched with awe, which only
increased the power of my own orgasm, as his prick ERUPTED untouched.  His
first few volleys were so powerful they hit my belly, dripping into my
pubes and onto Frank's lower lip.

I had never experienced an orgasm as earth-shattering as the one Frank had
just given me.  He sucked and swallowed like a clogged vacuum machine
trying to get every drop of available sperm from my deeply lodged balls.

Despite the fact that I HAD just cum like never before, I was still stiff
as a board and ready for more.  Regaining strength, I pulled my woody from
Frank's ever-sucking mouth.  He groaned at the loss.  "Sir?  I want you to
do that again."

After raising the headrest and placing the chair in the upright position, I
walked around to the other side and grabbed his feet as I spoke, "I think
this exam needs to be expanded, don't you, Frank?"  I lifted his legs, and
scooted forward until my ass was where his had just been and my legs
dangled over the arms atop his still bound hands.  My hands were now on his
ass holding the majority of his weight.  As I had settled into my spot, I
lifted his ass until his hole was inches from my mouth.

This guy was too much.  While his crotch was hairy as can be, the area
surrounding his anal ring was as smooth as a baby's.  It was a beautiful
sight, one that I wanted to taste.  Moving my face forward, I smelled,
soap, sweat and baby powder.  He wanted "someone" to explore his hole, and
I did just that.  Delicious is the only word I can use to describe Frank's
taste - masculine, hot and responsive.  I was French kissing his asshole
and he was countering by using his inner muscles to clutch at my thrusting
tongue.

Pulling away briefly, I lowered his legs across mine until the tip of my
throbber touched his sphincter, and rubbing my right hand across his chest
and belly, collected as much of his still wet load as I could.  Bringing my
hand to my prick, I lubed it thoroughly with his spooge.

"Okay, Frank, you're in control...so lower yourself and get another taste
of my pri-- OOH!."  Frank wasn't in a mood to be gentle or slow, before the
words were out of my mouth he slammed himself downward and until I was
balls deep inside him and we were both crying out in ecstasy.  This stud
had had things up that hole before...I filed that thought away, and moaned,
"Yeah, Frank, RIDE THAT DICK!"

Frank was making a "nggg" noise every time my dick head brushed over some
particularly sensitive spot deep inside him.  Holding on to his shoulders,
I pulled myself forward until my mouth was inches from his mouth and said,
"Time for the kissing test, Frank."  I buried my mouth against his and
drove my tongue as deep into is throat as I could.

The kiss caused a reaction from both of us.  I began thrusting upward to
meet his down strokes and everything moved faster and stood still at the
same time.  Pulling myself forward until our chests and stomachs were
pressed together.  His pulsing missile was massaging my abs and pecs, and,
BANG, together we exploded, him between us and me, deep inside him.  We
were swapping spit and tongues and moaning in pleasure all at the same
time.

Our bodies were covered with sweat and cum, and my ass was stuck to the
smooth surfaced chair, but neither of us cared.  I reached up and pulled my
now-ruined tie off his head and leaned forward to kiss him again.

Backing away and smiling, I said, "Frank, I'm gonna untie your hands and
lie back in this chair.  I think I need a cleaning...no x-rays required.
And he did JUST THAT!

(The End)


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