Most people of my acquaintance are
not great fans of dentists, and I was no exception. Normally it would
a team of wild mustangs to get me into a dentist chair.
Unfortunately, an appointment is all but unavoidable when caught
in the crossfire between my Mother and Helen Cavenaugh, who had gone
to college with mother, and was a life long friend.
One Friday when I got home after
a mentally challenging physics class followed by my afternoon workout
and an impromptu liaison with Herb, my butt was dragging. I was almost
too pooped to pop but not
so pooped that I by-passed the fridge. Grabbing two beers, I
the door, and awakened the ogre of the household, my mother. "Daniel,
that you?" She called, her piercing voice three or four octaves higher
that a high "C" soprano singing an aria from the opera Carmen.
"Yeah, Mom," I answered, taking
the stairs to my room two at a time. "I'm going to take a shower
cleaned up before supper. I've got a date later this evening."
"Hold your horses, young man,"
replied in a slightly lower tone of voice which, was still edged with
Hesitating on the top landing, a
mere ten or twelve feet from my sanctuary, I breathed in deeply
the worst as I answered," Can't whatever it is wait until later, Mom; I
really need to shower."
"It could; but it won't, Daniel.
Once you get into your room, it takes a stick of dynamite to get you
out unless it is one of your college boy friends who we don't
know but who feel free to call you at all hours," she said almost
conversationally as she breezed through the swinging door into the
Warning bells sounded in my head.
When, while speaking, Mother looks at you smiling with a twinkle in her
beautiful gray eyes, she has something of great import on her mind and
would walk where angels feared to tread - I was no fool.
Surrendering to the inevitable, I
sighed audibly as I turned around and plopped down on the top landing
tread resting my notebook between my legs. She was standing at
the bottom with one foot on the bottom stair tread, one hand on her hip
and the other on the top
of the banister newel post. Her thick auburn hair, that I had
was coifed in the shoulder length brushed back style of Hedy Lamarr,
the faint gleam in her gray eyes, which I had also inherited, reflected
the irritation she was feeling. Complimenting her on how beautiful she
was, would usually get me off the hook
but she was standing a little too regally for such flattery to be
effective. I was right.
"Daniel," she started, hesitating
as she inhaled, gathering her composure before launching into a heated
indictment of me for what still unspecified thing I had or had not
done. "You and your father will be the death of me. You
both are such procrastinators and so irresponsible, that it drives
people to distraction."
"What have I done, now, Mom?"
I asked as she stopped to catch her breath.
"What have you done, what have
you done?" she shrieked. "Do you or do you not remember Helen Cavenaugh
calling you last week to set an appointment for your semi-annual
"Oh, God," I thought quickly,
blocking out mothers continuing harangue while scrounging my brain for
a plausible excuse. The appointment had been for the past Wednesday at
in the afternoon after my three o'clock physical education class, and I
had forgotten it completely. Of course having eight inches of Herb's
cock up my ass at the time of the dental appointment tended to push any
thoughts out of my mind. However, I was pretty damn sure that my mother
understand the time and effort that I had put into landing Herb much
her one and only good looking son having another man's cock up his ass.
highly coveted by most of the girls and a couple of gay buddies of
mine. Telling her was out of the question and would not be an excuse
for missing an appointment.
Herb was endowed with god like
good looks, built like the proverbial brick shit house, and hung like a
gorgeous palomino stallion. The heart stopper was his eyes, they were a
striking sapphire blue that seemed to reach into the depths of ones
soul laying bare ones most secret inner desires. The first time I
saw him naked in the locker room, my heart felt like it was going
to burst, and the tempo of my breathing increased noticeably. In
a flaccid state, his cock was impressive; but, when he was showering
and washing his
genitals, his schlong, even though not fully erect surpassed
impressive. Even half
hard, his magnificent, beautifully circumcised tool was mouth watering,
I was burning with desire to have its fully blood-engorged maximum
length in my
ass or down my throat. I started plotting how I was going to
him and get him in bed.
would never overcome the feeling of Herbs humongous cock filling my
hard muscles tightening as he reached the pinnacle of his climax and
my bowels with his hot teenage nut cream.
I felt my asshole twitching and
cock swelling as I mused about Herb. He was supposed to be straight;
most men are supposed to be straight at least until they can't find
a girl's nasty cunt to plant their cock in or are unwilling to go
second hand and fuck their fists. When a
hot, hunky boy is around and he is horny, he tends to forget about
straight as long as they can satisfy the sexual lust that supersedes
feeling of morality.
My plotting came to fruition one
afternoon after wrestling practice when
I knew Herb was alone in the showers. After a few minutes, I
the steam-filled room with an air of innocence. He was hunched over,
vigorously whipping his schlong when I entered. Acting as nothing was
out of the ordinary, I nonchalantly adjusted the showerhead next to
the one he was standing under with his back toward me, and I said, "Hi,
Herb. What's up?" His reply was an unintelligible mumble.
Deliberately facing him with
the water flowing over me, I began washing my chest, and running my
hand down over my swelling cock and hefty balls. Herb continued
to stand with his back to me, not saying anything as I brought my thick
seven inch cock to its, in my opinion magnificent, full stature. He was
attempting to cover his hard cock and balls with both hands, and at the
same time was covertly glancing in my direction. I took a chance that
he wouldn't get pissed and leave the showers by my making an
idiotically inane comment that lacked any creativity. "Man, Herb,
I don't know about you,
but I bone up every time I take a shower."
"You do," he responded, glancing
over his shoulder and looking down at my hand slowly, teasingly sliding
over the turgid, thick seven-inch length of my uncut cock.
"Sure, I do, especially when the
wrestling coach pairs us off against each other. I get horny when some
hunky guy has me in a half nelson with his hard nipples pressed against
my back and his cock pushing between the cheeks of my ass. Some
feel like they have a hard-on, and that would make any man horny,"
I exclaimed turning toward him and
slapping my pre-cum drooling cock against the hard muscles of my
Herb' s eye's widened appreciably
when he saw my hard cock; and, holding my cock and squeezing my heavily
laden balls, I held my breath waiting with trepidation for him to make
the next move.
"Is this what you like, Danny?" He asked as he turned to face me
spreading his legs and cradling his humongous cock in one hand as he
massaged its blood-engorged crown with the other. His gorgeous blue
eyes gleamed with lust. "Would you like to feel my cock in your ass?"
"What do you think, Herb," I
stroking my cock and playing with my balls. " I've been trying to see
you would like to fuck a man's tight hot ass instead of some stinking
"Don't think fucking your ass
means I'm gay, Danny boy," he said, his stupendous cock swaying
rhythmically as he moved toward me. "Shelly has cut me off the last two
times we've been on a date, and my nuts are aching."
"I've got the ass that can take
care of that big boy," I growled as his arms went around my waist, and
he pulled us tightly together. When his hard muscled chest pressed
against mine, his nipples felt like spikes, and his lust-filled eyes
blazed with desire. His cock sliding under my balls and between my legs
felt like a smooth velvet fence post, and my anus quivered with
anticipation. His lips were soft and succulent, and I gasped when
he placed them against mine. His tongue invading
the depths of my mouth, twisting and dancing with mine. I felt
his thick, hot cock surge against the soft
perineum between my asshole and balls as we kissed, and my legs
as erotic feelings of ecstasy washed over me. Stars were shooting
my brain when he suddenly dropped his arms from around me and withdrew
his tongue from my mouth and grabbed my wrist. "Come on," he growled.
He grabbed a handful of towels
from the table outside of the shower room, and I followed suit,
grabbing a few more. My wet feet slipping on the tiled floor as he all
but dragged me with him to the gymnasium mattress storage room.
If anyone had been in the hallway and saw two horny naked
teenagers, it would have made their day. How often do naked
teenagers run through the academic hallways of higher learning?
Herb threw several wresting
mattress on the floor and then almost viciously pulled me down with
him. His animal
needs were controlling his magnificent body, and while I enjoyed
moderately rough sex,
he or something within him had assumed control of his aggressive
actions. A part of me considered attempting to break away while another
part reveled in his macho persona, and, in an attempt at levity to sort
of cool things down, I said, "Easy, Herb, don't damage the goods."
His eyes glistened from the lust
that consumed him as he pushed a leg between mine and forced them apart
growling, "I don't intend to damage your gorgeous body, Danny Boy; I
fuck your tight ass and fill it with a load of hot nut cream."
I remember thinking, "Oh, Jesus,"
when I watched him spit on his hands using the spittle as an impromptu
lubricant. The remainder of what I had so fervently desired faded into
an intense, passion filled blur. There was the flash of body
ravishing pain as the crown
of his gorgeous phallus slowly spread the lips of my tight anus.
Waves of deliciously masochistic pain followed the feeling of his
mammoth cock spreading my sphincter muscle to its limits. I remember
his sweat pouring over me and the surreal erotic grunts of pleasure as
his cock entered my rectum, inch by painful inch. The pain was
mind numbing for several minutes, and then as the pain faded his cock
seemed to be absorbed by my body as my muscles relaxed. I was in
a lust filled, euphoric fog
as I lifted my arms upward around his neck. My legs dropped from
swarthy, hard muscled shoulders as I pulled his lips to mine, and I
clasped my ankles in the small of his back. "Fuck me, Herbie, let's see
what you're made of."
We kissed, devouring each other,
and, I felt his cock slipping from the tight grasp of my sphincter.
Tightening my legs around his small waist, I pushed downward, driving
his cock back
into the hot cocoon of my rectum. Herb's hips responded
setting in motion a rhythmic piston tempo. His powerful muscles
tightened, and his massive schlong swelled as he impaled my body with
it. The tempo slowly
increased in intensity and waves of passion-filled pleasure swept over
I felt his muscles tighten, his back arching at the moment his cock
spewed thick gobs of semen into the hot crucible that anxiously awaited
the fulfillment of animal lust. My climax met his with the fury
that I had withheld for this moment. We both gasped, clawing at
each other, our muscles tightening and then slowly relaxing as the seed
of life flowed into and between us. As Herb collapsed on top of
me, a celestial, erotic fog surrounded us, engulfing two sexually sated
teenagers in the soft veil of contentment.
After what seemed like an
eternity, Herb lifted his head, and looking into my eyes and then
nipping on the lobe of my ear, he whispered softly, "God, you were
good, Danny, even better than my girl's cunt."
"You were just as good, Herb," I
replied, swelling with pride at his unexpected compliment. "I've been
trying to seduce you but, you always ignored me," I said, teasingly,
seductively moving my fingers over the thick ropes of his velvety soft
Lifting his head and looking into
my eyes, he said softly, "I wasn't ignoring you, Danny. You've got a
really cute ass but, I wasn't really sure of what you would do if I
made a pass."
"You do now," I replied,
entangling my fingers in his thick golden locks as we kissed, softly
but with feeling.
"Yep, and hopefully not the last,"
he said teasingly as he stood up wrapping a towel around his middle and
then wiping his chest and stomach with another.
"It won't be the last if I have anything to say about it," I replied,
moving the tip of my tongue seductively over my lips.
My asshole was still burning and my cock was as stiff as steel as I had
tried to slip unnoticed into the house and then on to my room.
Herb's humongous cock buried in my ass was still filling my mind, and I
had reached the top of the stairs when my mother called out.
"Oh, no you don't young man, I've got a few words for you, and you had
better listen close. Doctor Cavenaugh's office called and you missed
I was still in a state of partial reverie only half listening when the
shock of mother's voice jarred the erotic memory of Herb and his
magnificent schlong from my mind. "Daniel, Daniel Mercer, are you
listening to me?"
I hesitated, torn momentarily between going on into
my inner sanctuary or relenting and listening to her complaints.
won the battle as I did need a place to live while still in college
as she was a much better cook than I could ever be.
Breathing in deeply and
clasping my class notebook between my legs to cover the throbbing
hard-on in my groin, I replied, trying not to sound as exasperated as
she had, "Yes, Mother, I'm listening. You were asking me
about receiving a call from Mrs. Cavenaugh,
and I said I had. I am sorry, I missed the appointment but I was in
middle of semester finals and the date slipped right by me."
"Daniel, I am not talking for my
health, you know," she continued, her shrill voice filled with
exasperation. " How much time and effort would it have taken for you to
call to apologize, and make
"Yes, Mother, no, Mother, I am
sorry," I answered, pissed off at her being right and, hopefully not
showing it. The old axiom that discretion is always the better part of
valor was very true, especially in her case. She had the memory of two
elephants combined, and I knew from experience that she would bide her
time if she felt wronged or unappreciated. "I'll call her from my room
and make another appointment."
"I would appreciate it if you did
for I told her that I would have you call as soon as you came in,"
She replied as I stood with my notebook covering my crotch still
attempting to hide my raging hard-on. I turned toward my room she
finished her comments with, "If you have the time, would you mind
bringing your dirty clothes to the laundry room?"
Breathing in deeply and biting my
tongue, I said, "Yes, Mother."
I didn't hear her rejoinder as the door shut behind me, my raging hard
on demanded immediate attention, and my asshole required a soothing
balm to relieve the fiery irritation from Herb's rough but, in
retrospect, very exciting ministrations. The aloe balm served to cool
and a lubricant helping to cool my aching cock as I jerked off with
memories of Herb's huge cock implanted
forever in my mind.
The crisp answer on the second ring of my call, "Doctor Cavenaugh's
office," came through the receiver, and I grinned at the proficiency
of his wife as I replied, "Hello, Mrs. Cavenaugh, Daniel Mercer."
"Daniel, how are you?" She asked with her usual exuberance.
"Fine, thank you," I replied. "I'm sorry I was unable to keep my last
appointment but, I was in the middle of semester finals and it slipped
my mind completely. Do you have an opening for one day next week?"
After a few
moments of silence her monotone voice crackled in my ear, "I'm sorry,
Daniel, we have a full calendar next week, but...," she murmured as if
in thought. "I know it is Saturday, but do you think you could come in
say at ten in the morning. He usually. . ."
"On Saturday, Mrs.
exclaimed, cutting off her train of thought. "When did the doctor start
making appointments on Saturday."
normally," she replied crisply. "If you had allowed me to finish, I was
about to tell you that he would be in the office tomorrow morning
showing several exchange students from Bledsoe College the dental
procedures and equipment used in our country. Dr. Cavenaugh
mentioned that he would like to have a patient who would be amenable to
helping him with his demonstrations of the different instruments that
are used in dental diagnosing dental problems and the other procedures
we use as compared to those in other countries. He has hired one
of the students as an assistant; and when he was clearing employment of
one of their students with the college, they asked him if he would be
able to instruct a class. Of course, you know how Dr. Cavenaugh
is; he was a teacher at one time before he went into private practice
and he couldn't refuse."
"Yes, I knew that he had been a teacher and that he really enjoyed
teaching Mrs. Cavenaugh," I replied, feigning interest, knowing she
would relate our conversation to my mother. "Does he intend to return
"No, unfortunately, he does not,
there are several drawbacks. In addition to selling his practice, it
would be difficult to find a replacement that he would consider
to treat his patients."
"I am sure he is a
I replied in a conciliatory tone.
"Yes, he is," she replied sighing
as she continued. "We will see you tomorrow morning at ten then?"
"Yes, ma'am, I'll be there at
Good, we will be loking forward to seeing you," came her reply,
followed by a lick leaving me holding a muted receiver.
Cavenaugh had been our family dentist for all of my
nineteen years and probably longer. He was good looking in a
rugged sort of way, and his silvery gray hair matched the pearl gray of
his eyes. Even though he wore a white medical coat over his street
clothes, it was obvious that he took good care of his body. He, and his
wife, carried their years well, and except for those who had known them
for a long time no one would suspect that they were in their
mid-fifties. Dr. Cavenaugh was personable and made his patients as
comfortable as possible with an almost endless flow of inane yet
amusing chatter that covered a wide range of his personal
observations. Mrs. Cavenaugh was his nurse/receptionist, and much
like her husband, she was just as personable and always smiling.
My misfortune was that the Cavenaugh's and my parents belonged to the
same church, and Doctor Cavenaugh and my Dad played an occasional round
of golf together. When I failed to keep an appointment, Mrs.
Cavenaugh would call my Mother and a long tongue-lashing always ensued
after these conversations.
The warm water of the shower was soothing, and a tingling feeling
rushed over me as I washed my partially flaccid cock and
low hanging balls. Visions of Herb and his humongous cock filling
my ass flowed through my mind, and I was leisurely stroking my
cock, bringing it to its full stature, when a sharp knock at the
door of my room interrupted the surreal atmosphere, halting the erotic
passions that were building in my loins. "Damn," I mused softly
when I heard my mother calling out, "Daniel, will you be having
dinner with your father and me before you go out?"
With one hand holding the shower door open, while I held my burgeoning
cock with the other, I called out, "Don't have a heart attack,
Mother, but I'm staying in tonight. I have a nine o'clock appointment
in the morning at Doctor Cavenaugh's office."
The silence was almost deafening for several moments, and I was about
to open the door for a look when she said, "Since when did an
appointment make a difference between staying home for a change, or
going out? Did
you and Gary have an argument?"
"No Mother, Gary and I did not have an argument. He is out of town
with his parents." I replied as I tightened a towel around my
waist, and opened the door. "The appointment is early and since
Doctor Cavenaugh is teaching a class, I don't want to inconvenience
him or his wife any more than I already have."