Hot Technician #7
Copyrighted 2009
by Lee Mariner
This story contains homosexual material and is intended
for ADULT readers. If you are not of legal age in your locality or should
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Dental Technician - Chapter #2
As was usual, my father was in his home office hunched over work he had brought
home. Mother was puttering around in her kitchen and for once she had not
asked me to dry the dinner dishes as she washed them. Dad had been
pestering her to let him have a dishwasher installed, but she continued to
refuse. Her excuse was not needing one for only two or three people,
especially since I was in college and eating out. For all of the
conversation we had while eating, I could have eaten out without being
missed.
Sitting alone in the den watching a television movie was a waste of time. I had
no idea what it was about or any real interest. My thoughts were about my
encounter with Herb, and my granite hard cock ached. We had had a
hell-of-a-session and my ass still ached with wanting to feel him driving his
thick nine-inch cock deep inside me. "Damn," I mused, "why
in hell did Gary, my butt buddy, have to be out of town?"
I knew if I continued to rub my throbbing hard-on I was going to blow a load in
my pants, and that would probably leave a stain in the dark blue fabric of the
couch. Dad would be in his office until he and mom went to bed, and even if she
did leave her kitchen it would be so she could watch Double Jeopardy.
Either way it went, neither one of them would really miss me. Jumping up and
rearranging my cock, I pushed the kitchen door open. While holding it open I
leaned my head inside and said, "Mom, if it's okay with you, I think I'll
turn in early."
"Oh!!" she cried out as she spun around with one hand holding a dish
towel and a spatula she had been wiping dry in the other hand. "You
surprised me, Daniel. What was it you said?"
"I said if it's okay, I'm going to turn in early."
Placing the spatula in the utensil drawer and fixing her eyes on mine, she
moved toward me while she was drying her hands. For a moment, I had the
horrible thought that she was going to pull the door all the way open and see
my slowly softening cock, but instead she turned toward the sink and said,
"Of course you may, she (lower
case “she”) said in a noncommittal tone. "I'll
be sure and waken you in the morning for breakfast."
"Thanks, Mom," I replied, moving back to let the door swing shut.
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True to her word, mother woke me with a knock on the
door and a cheery "Breakfast in fifteen minutes, Daniel."
"Thanks, Mom," I called back as I threw the blankets off of my
nakedness and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My morning hard-on stood
stiffly out from my groin and my low hanging balls rested against the side of
the mattress. Twisting my torso at the waist and stretching my arms over my
head, I enjoyed the luxuriant, tingling response of my muscles to the brief
exercise. While inhaling and exhaling deeply for several seconds, I ran my
hands over the hard muscles of my smooth chest and abdomen and then, slowly scratched
and entangled my fingers in the silky soft bush that surrounded the thick base
of my cock. Squeezing gently, I wrapped the fingers of one hand around its
throbbing uncut length while fondling my balls with the other. My breathing
quickened. Moaning softly as I enjoyed the warm, erotic feelings that fondling
my balls and slowly stroking my steel hard cock generated, I whispered, "God, that feels good." I was on the verge of
surrendering to the warm tingling feelings in my loins and jacking-off when a
sudden pain in my bladder told me I needed to do more than jerk off.
Quickly yet reluctantly jumping up from the bed, my morning hard-on swung from
side to side as I padded barefoot to the bathroom. Straddling the commode and
with one hand on the wall to support me, I leaned forward and depressing my steel
hard cock. Feelings akin to reaching a monumental climax washed over me as my
aching bladder emptied. Sighing contentedly as the golden urine flowed in a
rush and then dwindled to a trickle, I stroked and squeezed my softening cock,
coaxing the remaining drops of golden liquid from the aperture of its velvety soft
crown.
Fifteen minutes didn't give me much time, but by shaving while I showered I
managed to dress and just slide under the wire as mother was placing a platter
of eggs and bacon on the table. Dad was reading the morning newspaper, as
usual, but he looked up with what I perceived to be an inquisitive look as I
entered the room. Looking again at his newspaper, he said, "Good morning
Son, sleep well?"
"Yes, sir," I replied, glancing inquisitively at Mother as I sat
down. My father was not known for being an overpowering conversationalist, and
I was waiting for the other shoe to drop before I said anything further. I
didn't have to wait long.
"I saw Dr. Cavenaugh at lunch yesterday, Daniel, and he tells me you
missed another appointment, is that right?" He asked without looking at me
or Mother who was standing with one hand on the kitchen counter.
"Yes, Sir, it is, but I called his office yesterday and explained that I
was in semester final exams. I also apologized."
"That's right, Harry," Mother said. "I spoke with Daniel about
it yesterday, and he has another appointment this morning."
Folding his newspaper, dad turned toward mother as he said, "if he hadn't
missed the latest one, Esther" another appointment would not have been
necessary, and boy," he continued, turning toward me, "you had better
start taking your responsibilities seriously. This not keeping your commitments
had better stop, Daniel."
"Yes, Sir," I replied, a chill going down my spine as I discerned the
underlying meaning to what he was saying; my college tuition was a
responsibility that he had assumed – but not forever.
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Dr. Cavenaugh's office was the first door on the right
on the first floor of the
When I entered, a young lady who was dressed in a crisp white nurse’s uniform
but who I didn't know greeted me. When she spoke, I immediately
recognized her accent as being distinctly British. My name sort of rolled off
of her tongue, "you must be Daniel Mercer, my name is Charlotte Whittler,
and I'm temporarily filling in for Mrs. Cavenaugh. She told me you had an
appointment for this morning."
"It's nice meeting you, Charlotte, and I do. Is Dr. Cavenaugh in?" I
asked.
"Yes, he is inside with his students," She replied smiling softly as
she continued. "I'll tell him you are here."
I felt a little uncomfortable for a brief moment and unless it was my
imagination I felt as though she was undressing me with her eyes. If I was
right, it was probably mental as well as visual, and the thought did nothing
for my well being. Unfortunately for her, even though she was very attractive
with her well-groomed blonde hair and green eyes, she had nothing that I
wanted.
Just as she turned to tell Dr. Cavenagh that I was there for my appointment, a
gorgeous young man entered the room. He was tall, about my height, had auburn
hair with reddish highlights and dark indigo blue eyes. He was wearing white
trousers, white shoes, and a three-quarter length medical coat that reached to
just above his knees. I was unable to determine any of his other assets except
the fit of his coat revealed that his waist was very small, his shoulders were
broad, and his arms were well muscled. His lips were full and sensual, and his
dark beautifully arched eyebrows and long lashes enhanced his aquiline
features. He exuded an aura of masculine self-confidence as he advanced toward
me. As he extended his hand, I extended mine and our eyes locked as we shook
hands. His grip was firm, and his dark blue eyes gleamed as in a well modulated
voice, he said, "You must be Daniel Mercer. Doctor Cavenaugh told us that
you would be coming in this morning and that you would be helping us with some
of his demonstrations. My name is Lars Gunnar."
My heart skipped a beat and then increased as we shook hands and looked into
each other's eyes. "It's nice meeting you, Lars," I replied a little
nervously. "I...I'm not sure about how much assistance I will be, but I
did commit myself to assisting Dr. Cavenaugh as much as I could."
"Oh, I'm sure you will be of great assistance, perhaps more than you
realize," he replied, his eyes twinkling as he gave my hand a final
squeeze before releasing it and turning toward the door he had entered through.
"I certainly hope so," I replied, glancing at Charlotte who was
standing quietly off to the side of the receptionist desk.
Following Lars through the door, I saw Dr. Cavenaugh standing among a group of
young men and women. While most of them were wearing the traditional long white
medical coats, a few wore shorter hip length jackets. All of them were
listening intently to Dr. Cavenaugh who seemed to be showing and explaining the
various instruments that were a part of the dental tree that that was an
integral part of the "chair of pain."
When Lars and I entered the room they group stopped talking and turned, looking
in or direction. When Dr. Cavenaugh saw me he smiled broadly and
exclaimed, "Daniel, it's good to see you; how have you been?"
"Pretty good, Doctor," I answered, glancing at the gaggle of white
clad young people surrounding him. A twinge of apprehension settled in the pit
of my stomach as the antiseptic aroma of the office enveloped me.
"Good, good," he replied, waggling his head as he spoke, waving his
arm in the direction of the dental chair. "Won't you have a seat? I
understand you will be assisting us this morning."
"Oh boy," I mused silently to myself as I straddled the "chair
of pain" and sat down. Placing my feet on the chair’s rest and
leaning back, I was thinking, "Here it comes."
For the most part, I had gotten over the fear of seeing a dentist as I grew
older, but a visit to the dentist was still a nerve wracking experience that
most people would like to forgo. As necessary as it was, I still didn't enjoy metal
tools and fingers probing around in the depths of my mouth or wads of cotton
filling cheek pouches. There was only one thing that I always looked forward to
having in my mouth, and it was not a dental drill or any of the other accoutrements
of the profession.
"Now then, Daniel," the doctor said as he attached the chain of the
drool bib around my neck. "Try not to think of the students
surrounding the chair or their questions while I do your examination. I checked
your charts before you arrived and unless you've developed some nasty dental
habits in the past few months, this shouldn't take very long."
He was right to a point. My dental regimen had remained the same, but when he
said "nasty habits" I breathed a sigh of relief knowing he could not
detect any evidence of one delightful, at least to me, habit that I had
acquired and perfected - cock sucking.
On the off chance thought of any aroma remaining, I carried a tin of cinnamon
breath freshener tablets with me that I always chewed whenever I was in the
company of others. Gary, my butt-buddy, carried a bottle of mouthwash and
several rolls of paper towels in his car for, as he called it, "emergency
purposes." I could imagine very vividly what emergencies they were
used for.
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I had been half musing and half dozing in the chair while Dr. Cavenaugh did a thorough examination of my teeth, explaining the tools and procedures as his students looked on. The significance of his comments escaped me as my mind was recalling the ass filling experience in the school's mattress locker with Herbie.
A warm tingling feeling swept over me as
thoughts of his humongous cock filled my ass. Breathing in deeply as if
relaxing, I adjusted my position slightly and covered the growing bulge in my
crotch with my hands.
It seemed like hours but, in reality it was only fifteen or twenty minutes
before the examination was finished and Dr. Cavenaugh handed me a water-filled
paper cup. "Rinse your mouth, Daniel, I'm finished and you will be happy
to know that short of a good cleaning you are in good shape, no cavities. If
you will wait here for a minute of two, we will take care of the
cleaning," he said softly while patting my shoulder.
"Okay, Doc, I've got plenty of time," I murmured with my eye lids
only partially open.
"Young people always do," the doctor replied, chuckling under his
breath as he pulled the door shut behind him.
Snuggling into the chair as much as I could, I could hear Doctor Cavenaugh and
the students talking on the other side of the door and then fading after a few
minutes. I slipped into a semi-sleep induced stupor with mental visions
of Herb's pleasure-inducing cock spreading the lips of my quivering anus. Wave
after thrilling wave of erotic feelings spread throughout my body as he impaled
my ass on his immense schlong. "Mmmmm," I moaned softly
as the intense feeling of a pending ejaculation was working in the depths of my
swollen testicles. "Damn," I growled groggily as I sat up in the
dental chair. Pushing down on my groin and inhaling deeply, I exhaled, shaking
my head gently to rouse myself while looking around the empty room. I could
still hear voices on the other side of the closed door. As I was looking at it
another door in the opposite wall opened, and I heard, "Sorry to keep you
waiting, we were in a pretty intense conversation when Dr. Cavenaugh reminded
me you were waiting." Lars said softly as he approached the chair and
placed his hand on my arm. "I hope you will forgive me."
My heart rate must have increased by ten fold when for the second time in one
morning I saw a magnificent representative of gorgeous masculinity. For a
moment I was tongue-tied and I had to fake a cough to cover my embarrassment so
I could speak. "No problem, Lars," I replied as I squirmed in the
chair attempting to straighten up. "I hope you don't mind me calling you
'Lars'.
"No, not in the least if I may reciprocate and address you as Daniel or
Danny," he replied as, using both hands, he undid the top two buttons of
his tight uniform shirt exposing the tawny flesh of his neck and the sternum
where his clavicles met.
Breathing in quickly in an attempt to suppress the fluttering of the
butterflies in my stomach, I said, "No..., I don't mind. Most of my
friends call me Danny."
"Good," he said softly, almost purring. "I don't like
formalities especially when examining someone's mouth prior to inserting dental
tools or for that matter, a dental drill for cleaning," he continued, his
ruddy Nordic face softening into a gentle smile as he reached for the overhead
light.
I felt my body relaxing as he spoke, and I moved my hands from my crotch and
rested them on either arm rest of the chair. "I'm sure you will do a good
job, Lars, or Dr. Cavenaugh wouldn't have allowed it."
"Oh, I'll do my best," he replied as he adjusted the light on my
mouth and removed the drool bib while he continued our running conversation of
questions and answers. "Have you been a patient of Doctor Cavenaugh
for very long?"
"As far back as I can remember," I replied watching as he hooked the alligator
clips to a clean bib. "He takes care of my parents too."
"You have no siblings then?" he asked as he adjusted the chair to his
height.
"Nope, just me," I replied as he adjusted the drool bib around my
neck.
I detected a strong, clean male odor as he leaned over me, and feeling of
giddiness swept over me as he was adjusting the drool bib. My semi-flaccid cock
responded but I was so mesmerized by the gorgeous male animal standing over me
that, I didn't even attempt to hide the swelling bulge in my crotch. Lars
exuded an animal magnetism that was intoxicating, and in my mind, I was half
certain it would not take much to seduce him but caution was always the best
when considering the mind set of someone else.
I was so horny that, I wasn't listening to what he was saying until his leaning
over me to turn on the small water spigot to fill the paper water cup brought
me back to reality as he spoke.
"I have a younger sister, and when I say younger, she is a demon but, I
love her dearly," he said, looking down at me as he spoke. "Have you
ever wanted a sibling?"
"Once in awhile it crosses my mind but then, I hear some of the tales
about little brothers or sisters getting into a guy's stuff that I dismiss the
idea,"
"Really," he replied, moving in closer to the arm of the chair.
"As a rule, my sister and I have very little trouble although she once
poked around my wallet when I had inadvertently left it on top of my dresser
and she found a packet of unused condoms.
"Condoms!" I exclaimed softly.
"Yes, I always carry one or two with me, don't you?"
"No, not unless I'm going to need them," I mused softly, unconsciously
moving my hand down to my crotch and squeezing the hard bulge straining against
the denim of my jeans.
"There always good to have around," he said as he pressed his groin
against my forearm.
Waves of erotic shock washed over me as the pressure of his hard cock pressing
against my forearm increased and I didn't hesitate. Twisting around in
the chair, I gripped the elongated bulge in his crotch, and I heard a sharp
intake of air from Lars as he inhaled. "Damn, Lars, I was hoping for this
to happen."
"And so was I," he said as he laid his hand on my shoulder and
re-directed the bright light away from my face with the other hand.
Moving his hand from my shoulder and slipping his arm under my neck, he lowered
his lips to mine. I felt the electrifying touch of his tongue gently probing
for entry. Opening my lips, his tongue quickly slipped inside my mouth probing
the inner depths. While our tongues were engaged, I felt his other hand sliding
down between my legs until he reached my aching cock. Covering it, he squeezed.
I felt hot currents of lust filling my inner self. Our tongues worked with the
ferocity of fencing swords as waves of uninhibited
passion swept over us and our hands moved feverishly over each other’s hard
muscled bodies searching, exploring.
Slipping my arm around Lars neck, I felt his body tighten as I gripped his rock
hard cock. Pulling my lips from his, I whispered in a guttural tone,
"Jesus, you don't know how much I want you."
"And," he whispered, "you don't know how much I wanted you when
we first met."
"God, that seems like hours ago."
"It does, Danny, but, if something is worth waiting for time is of no
consequence." he sighed, gripping my throbbing cock tightly as he said,
"And this is worth waiting for."
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Lars moved back a little so I could get out of the
chair, and while I was, I said, "Don't you think we should lock the doors
before someone comes in?"
"I've already done that; but," he said, his eyes gleaming with the
same anticipation that I felt, "you are right, this chair wasn't meant to
be very comfortable for any length of time."
Before I could speak, Lars quickly removed the dental napkin from around my
neck. Pulling me to my feet and into his arms, he held me tightly to his chest.
As he held me his lust filled eyes gazed into mine, and as I pressed my groin
against his he returned the pressure. In a raspy emotion filled voice, I
whispered, "That leaves the floor."
"No," he growled, "come with me."
Quickly extinguishing the lights and turning off the dental chair water spigot,
he took my hand in his and led me to the door that he had entered earlier.
Inside the room was a small washbasin, one wooden chair and a cot that was just
a little smaller than a normal twin bed.
As we were tearing our clothes off and shucking our shoes, my mind flashed back
to when I was sixteen years old and my wrestling coach called me into his
office. Off to the left of the coach’s desk
and behind him was a small door that led into a room much like the one Lars and
I were in. I wondered then if the coach used the inner room for sleeping
- he didn't, and much like that day, I was going to find out if this room was
only used for sleeping.
Lars encircled my waist with his thickly muscled arms, and my arms went around
his shoulders. His nipples felt like spikes pressing into my chest and his
thick cock felt like a battering ram against mine. As he nibbled and tongued my
ear, he whispered, "I hope you don't have to leave anytime soon."
"Not unless you get tired of me," I replied.
"That is not likely to happen," he growled as we lay down on the cot.
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I didn't think anyone could compete with Herb until I met Lars. Trust me;
they grow them big and gorgeous in
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