Father Knows Best
Chapters 01 & 02
By: CJZ♂
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The 1950's...
America's Golden Age
A decade marked by the post World War II boom,
The dawn of the Cold War,
The Civil Rights movement
And a time of...
Father knows best.
May 06, 1950
Willows, Wisconsin
U.S.A.
Willows Elementary School
11:45 A.M. CDT
Kenneth Carson
Malone pulled hastily into the parking
lot of his son's elementary
school. Once he parked the car(taking two parking spots) he dashed out of the vehicle and ran into the school.
At the moment Ken is a bundle of nerves, extremely worried and his
stomach in knots. About
twenty minutes ago, he'd received a call from the school's nurse.
Nurse Ratched calmly explained that Kenneth Jr. had
been in gym class and running laps. But, his son had collapsed on the floor while complaining of
pain and was immediately taken to the
nurse's office.
Nurse
Ratched didn't get the chance to go into further detail, as Ken had
already hung up the phone and bolted from work.
Normally, a situation like this would have been handled by his wife
Barbara. However, at the moment she's away visiting her parents in
Chicago.
Barbara had taken the late evening train the previous night and would be gone all
week. She had also taken their youngest boy, Ricky with
her.
Barbara Grace Malone loves and trusts her husband completely. But, when it comes to parenting, cooking and running the household...
Well, she easily beats Ken hands down.
Ken's wife has gone to see her folks and give them the wonderful news that they're expecting again.
This time, Barbara is hoping and praying for a girl.
But, Ken knows better...
Malone men, only father males.
They have for generations...
In their ancestral home of Ireland and now, in the U.S.A.
The proof is in the Malone pudding(sort of speak)...
You only have to take a look at the offspring fathered by Ken and his brothers and the record speaks for itself...
Thomas Connor Malone...Ken's oldest brother has seven boys
Jack Callum Malone...Ken's second oldest brother has five boys
Sean Patrick Malone(Jack's fraternal twin) never married and was sadly declared MIA over the Pacific during WWII
Middle brother Caden Ronan Malone has four boys...
While, Kenneth Carson
Malone has two boys and another one on the way.
Leaving...
Liam Brady Malone the "baby" of the family still single and happily playing the field.
Being the "smart one", he's enjoying the single life and not looking to settle down any time soon(much to the chagrin and annoyance of his mother).
So, the chances of Barbara having a girl...
Well, it's pretty much slim to none.
But, Ken being the dutiful, loving, caring and devoted husband...
Well, he's going to keep his
big mouth shut. As he doesn't want to sour his wife's hopes and rain on her
happy stork parade.
However, this situation with Junior is more her department...
After all, his beloved wife is the Queen of the household. A combination
of cook, doctor, nurse, teacher, referee, mother and lover. Barbara is a caring and devoted mother who always puts her
family's needs first, above anything else.
In Ken's eyes, his beloved wife is his domestic goddess.
There's also the fact that Barbara knows both of their son's allergies, medical history, etc. So, in this department Ken is at a
complete loss.
If there ever was a sign that he should be more
involved in both of his son's lives...
Well, this is it!
Now, as far as Ken knows...
Junior's medical history is pretty
straight forward and nothing out of the ordinary. The boy just recently turned 13 yrs old and he's a healthy, active and athletic teenage kid.
Junior has always been a healthy child...
A common cold during the winter...
A scrape of the knee
here and there.
Otherwise, nothing major or serious...
So, what is going in with his son?
Ken yanked open the main doors of the school and stepped into the large hall. He looked around and felt relieved
that
the main office was near the entrance.
He certainly, didn't want to
be seen as a madman wandering around the school, banging on doors, calling out for his son and
disrupting classes.
As he stepped inside the Principals office, Ken saw his son hunched
over a bench and looking miserable. He walked over
to the boy, as the school's secretary seemed busy looking at a clip board
while talking loudly to someone on the telephone.
"Hey, there slugger..."
Junior looked up at his dad and managed a faint smile.
"Hi, dad..."
Ken stood in front of his son and gently stroked the boy's crew cut.
"I got a call at work and was told that you're not feeling well?"
Junior sighed, as he lowered his gaze.
"I'm sorry that you were called at work."
Ken put his hand on his son's knee and smiled.
"Hey, it's fine.
It's only work and you're all that matters.
I've taken the rest of the day off.
So, no worries."
Junior smile again and felt relieved that his dad was with him. Deep down, he wanted nothing more that to
give his dad a big hug.
However, now that he's a teenager the days
of showing public affection to his father are over.
Ken Malone is the Chief Engineer for the town of Willows,
Wisconsin.
He's recently been hired to make major changes in
the town's infrastructure. These changes will be for the construction of new
bridges, widen local roads, improve the ramps of the highway
leading
into the town and assist in the upgrade to the town's water supply.
Willows is a small town situated on the the shores of Lake
Superior. The mayor is promoting the town, as a quiet,
clean, safe and affordable place to raise your family, while leaving behind the
hustle and bustle of big cities, such as Madison
and Milwaukee.
The town is surrounded by vast forests, clean rivers and pristine
lakes. There's also plenty of wildlife to hunt, such as whitetail
deer, elk, cottontail rabbits, coyotes and
red fox to mention a few.
As for fishing, there's a large variety of fish, such as bigmouth
buffalo, channel catfish, largemouth bass, northern pike, muskellunge,
walleye and many more.
The job pays well and it came with many
incentives to lure Ken and his family to the small town. For one, Ken has his own spacious office(which, overlooks the lake), a private bathroom and a
personal secretary.
He's also been given
a brand new $6,000 cherry red Pontiac Chieftain Catalina Coupe as a company
car and he'll receive monthly and yearly bonus, if the towns
projects are completed within a
reasonable amount of time and under budget.
The Malone's will also be residing in the new private community of Laguna Hills, where many
of Willows City employees and their families live. Their new $30,000
five-bedroom luxury home
borders a large forest, recreation center and
nearby pond.
The home comes with an attached double
garage, large living room & family room, two and a half bathrooms, a
brick fireplace, hardwood floors, ranch-style kitchen, huge walk-in closets and
sliding glass
patio door.
Ken and Barbara always wanted to raise their growing family in a smaller town. Their decision
has certainly paid off and now the Malone's are looking forward
to start a new life in the quiet, safe
and picturesque town.
Ken noticed his son's backpack on the bench and the boy was still
wearing his gym uniform. Junior wore a yellow t-shirt with the
school's name emblazoned in black letters Willows Elementary
School. In the center of the shirt the school's mascot Logan the Wolverine seemed
to come alive, while taking a swipe with its razor sharp claws.
Ken
raised an eyebrow, as his boy was wearing a pair of white gym shorts
that Ken felt were a tad too small and tight
for his growing boy. The rest of the uniform was pretty standard
composed
of plain white socks and white Converse sport sneakers.
Ken touched his son's forehead.
"You feel...
A bit warm for my liking.
I think, it's best, if we head over to
see Doctor...
Umm, damn it!
What's the doctor's name again?"
Junior looked at his dad and thought about it, as well. As this was a new family doctor that his mother had just found last week.
"Doctor...
something, Furter?
I think..."
Ken looked at his son and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, your mother mentioned something like that...
The name kinda rings a bell."
Ken felt guilty.
This is yet, another example that shows he needs to be more involved in
his kid's lives.
I mean, not knowing the name of your son's Pediatrician?
"All right,...
Well, let's head over there and see him."
Junior nodded and silently agreed with his dad.
"Well, hello there...
Mr.Malone?"
Ken turned around, as the school's secretary finally took notice of him. An elderly woman in her late sixties approached him. As she got close to ken, she looked him up and down, adjusting her
cat eye glasses and primping her bright blue hair.
"Hello, I'm Ken Malone.
I'm here to pick up, my
son."
Ken took off his fedora and gave the secretary a polite nod.
The woman smiled and blushed, as she clutched her pearl necklace.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.Malone.
I'm Agnes Prudence the school's
secretary.
We called your home...
But, no one picked
up."
The secretary looked at Junior and then at Ken...
The resemblance between father
and son is uncanny...
It's very obvious that they're related, as father and
son. As, they both have auburn dark auburn hair, beautiful lime
green eyes and even their freckles seemed to be in
the same spot.
Agnes once again blushed, as she couldn't help to stare at the extremely tall, well dressed and handsome man in her presence.
At 33 yrs old, Ken Malone keeps fit by jogging, exercising,
swimming and eating well. Today, Ken is wearing a brand new navy blue suit, white shirt, charcoal
gray tie, black leather Italian shoes
and black fedora hat.
Ken is clean-shaven(although, by Noon his 5 o'clock shadow, peers through). His thick dark auburn red hair is cut short and in a typical crew cut style.
Agnes met Mrs.Malone when she came to enroll her sons in school. But, she didn't care much for the woman.
Mrs.Malone seemed a bit cold and had an air of attitude about
her. She remembered meeting the wife, because she had
shown up into the school wearing a beautiful crushed velvet blue dress,
blue satin purse, black stiletto heels and
draped in pearls.
She had also left behind the alluring scent
of Chanel Nš5 in the air. So, much so, that it even caused
Principal Weatherbee to come out of his office and inquire, as to who's
alluring perfume, hung
softly in the air.
Mrs.Malone certainly dresses to
impress and that face. Well, the woman could be a magazine model and she also reminds Agnes of that actress...
What's her name?
She had just seen her in a movie last weekend at The Rialto.
Lauren...
Something or other...
Bacall!
That's it!
Mrs.Malone reminded her of the actress Lauren Bacall!
The Malone's have recently moved into town and of course, everyone is talking about them. This is after all, a small town
and people love to gossip and they want to know all of your
business.
People in town know that Ken
Malone is the town's new Chief Engineer. They also know that they're Catholic(although, no one has seen them at church, yet!).
They also know that Mrs.Malone is a home maker, they have two boys and they hail from
Milwaukee. Also, the pay must certainly be good, since they're living in the private and gated community
of Laguna Hills.
"I appreciate that you called my office."
The secretary smiled and nodded.
"Of course, Mr.Malone.
We called your home...
But, your wife didn't pick up the phone?"
Ken nodded.
"Well, yes...
My wife is visiting her folks in Chicago and she'll be gone for a week."
The secretary smiled and once again, nodded.
"Oh, I see.
Well, Nurse Ratched checked your son and he seems
fine.
However, just to be on the safe side...
It might be best, if he saw his family doctor."
Ken picked up his son's back pack from the bench.
"I totally agree with you.
We're actually heading that way, right now."
The secretary smiled.
"That's, good...
It's better to be safe than sorry, I always say.
Please give us a call, if your son won't be in on Monday."
Ken nodded, as he opened the door and ushered the boy out.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mrs.Prudence."
The secretary blushed, as she ran her highly manicured hands over her bright blue hair.
"Miss...
Miss Prudence."
Ken once again smiled.
"Have a good day, Miss Prudence.
It was a pleasure meeting you."
Ken once again took off his fedora hat, bowed his head to the
secretary, as he and Junior walked out of the office.
As the door
closed, Miss Prudence sighed.
"Oh, my!
What a dashing and handsome young man.
If I had a man, like that for a husband...
I certainly wouldn't leave him alone for a week!"
Kenneth Carson Malone is a mountain of a man...
Towering at 6'6" and weighing in at 240 lbs, he's also a force to reckon with...
In high school Ken and his band of brothers were the
personification of noisy, rowdy, rambunctious and athletic jocks.
It was in sports,
football to be precise where
Ken excelled at...
As one of the best defensive ends in the county, Ken went on to break many
football records. Many
that to this day, haven't even come close to being broken.
Ken and his brothers were born and grew up in a small farming community of Neary,
Indiana. The Malone's were farmers and grew crops of corn, as well
as different types of fruits and
vegetables.
But, after
the Dust Bowl of the 1930's, Kenneth and Mary Malone gave up on crops and focused on raising cattle instead.
A devout Irish Catholic, close-knit family, the Malone household seemed to be bursting at the seams with six tall, broad
shouldered, muscular and boisterous teenage hell raisers. The
boys were
pretty much hooligans, drunks and troublemakers.
So,
much so that around the town and county, they were known as the Malone Terrors. The nickname was given due to the constant trouble the boys got into and it was plenty...
Everything from stealing the only fire truck in town and crashing it into a ditch.
To the boys getting shit face drunk one 4th of July and setting Farmer Zeke's
corn field on fire with firecrackers.
But, their most famous or infamous snafu(fuck up!) is the reason, as to why to this day feral
pigs roam the local woods causing havoc on local vegetation and destroying crops.
On
the eve of his graduation mastermind and ring leader, Thomas
Connor Malone decided to go out with a bang. Tom and his merry band of brothers broke
into their rival high school and stole the
school mascots.
Thom loaded Porky and Petunia pig into his beat up truck, drove them into the local woods and set them free. However, the band of idiots had no idea that the pigs would go on to successfully
breed, multiply and even cross
breed with
native feral boars.
But, eventually...
Seasons change...
People change...
One matures and other priorities take helm.
In 1935 at the tender age of 18, Ken married his high school sweetheart Barbara Grace Roberts. The following year, they were
blessed with the birth of their first son, Kenneth Sean Malone Jr.
and they began a happy and blissful married life.
As 1941 came to an end, Ken and Barbara were lining their ducks on a row...
Ken had just graduated from Indiana State
University and had landed a good paying job. The happy young couple were about to purchase their first home.
But, on December 07 and just before 8 A.M. the Imperial Japanese Navy Air Service attacked
the naval base at Pearl Harbor, Honolulu, Hawaii.
This attack on American soil led the United States to enter WWII and the world changed for everyone...
The following day the Malone boys enlisted in
the US military, much to the dismay and heartbreak of their mother Mary.
Thom went on to join the Army
Fraternal twins Jack and Sean joined the Air Force
Caden joined the Marines Corps
Ken joined the Navy
While the "baby" of the family Liam joined the Coast Guard
Ken went on to serve his country during its wartime need...
In the Navy, he became a gunner's mate third class aboard the Naval Destroyer 168,
the U.S.S. Amick.
Ken was deployed overseas and into the North
Atlantic to fight German U-Boats. There, he saw many battles on
the high seas and eventually completed his military service on a
bitterly cold,
January morning in 1946.
While in the Navy, Ken's mates nicknamed him "Gunner".
The nickname is a reference to two things...
One, being highly skilled in handling ammunition and gunnery equipment.
And two...
His manhood.
Malone males are blessed in their DNA...
Their DNA carry specific traits/characteristics that give them an unfair advantage over the average man.
But, more on that later...
It was a sunny and warm afternoon when father and son walked out of the school.
Ken opened the passenger side door for his son and Junior
got in. He then walked to the driver's side, took off his suit jacket and placed it neatly
behind his
seat.
Ken got in the car, smiled at his boy and
patted his leg.
"How are you feeling?"
Junior managed a smile, as he looked at his dad.
"The pain has lessened...
But, it's still there."
Ken sighed and nodded his head.
He was very concerned. But, he didn't want to appear nervous in front of
his son.
"Well, let's go see what the doctor has to say..."
As Ken pulled out of the school's parking lot, he realized that he didn't know the address of his son's pediatrician.
"You're going to have to guide me...
I don't know the address of your doctor."
Junior sighed.
"Oh...
Me neither, dad.
I overheard mom speaking with the receptionist over the
phone. I think, she said that the address is 69 Lake Shore Boulevard West?
But, I'm not completely sure."
Ken has been looking and
studying the town's map of Willows. After all, it's his job to
familiarize himself with the layout of the town.
"O.k.
I have an idea, as to where that is.
It's by the docks.
Easy enough..."
As they drove towards the lake shore, Ken looked at his boy.
"So, where exactly is the pain?"
Junior avoided eye contact with his dad.
He quickly looked downwards and blushed, as he looked out the window.
"Umm...
Well...
It's, sorta...
Umm,..."
Ken could hear and feel the trepidation and nervousness in his son's voice.
"Hey, bud...
It's me, your dad!
You don't have to be embarrassed with me.
Remember, I grew up with 5 brothers and was in the Navy surrounded by guys.
I was miles from anyone and in a crowded sausage factory. So, there's not much that I don't know or haven't seen."
Ken put his right hand on his son's knee and gave it a slight squeeze.
Junior sighed, pursed his lips and looked at his dad.
"Can this stay...
Between us?"
Ken looked at his son and once again felt concerned.
His son had never been secretive about anything.
So, why now?
"Listen, if you don't want to share this with mother.
I'll leave that up to you and respect your request.
But, know this...
She's your mom and she loves you immensely."
Junior sighed deeply, as he looked out the window.
"It's, just that...
Well...
It's embarrassing!"
Ken furrowed his brow and thought, as to how deflect the situation. He kept driving silently, then gave a small chuckle.
"Embarrassing, huh?
All right,...
Well, I bet I can beat your embarrassing story. But, before I do that...
You must promise me, that you'll never repeat this to anyone!
Especially, your Uncle Thom."
Junior looked at his dad with curiosity, as he brushed away a tear from his cheek.
"O.k...
I promise."
Ken looked at his son with a straight face.
"Cross your heart and hope to die?
Stick a needle in your eye?"
That made Junior smile and nod his head.
"Yes, dad.
I cross my heart and hope to die.
Stick a needle in my eye.
A secret is a secret.
My word is forever.
I will tell no one, about your cruel endeavor."
Ken winked at his son and let another chuckle.
"All right, all right...
As the story goes...
When your Uncle Thom was fifteen...
It was his responsibility to milk the cows."
Ken cleared his throat and stifled a laugh.
"Apparently, one particular morning...
He was taking his sweet ass time in the barn.
So, your grandma got concerned and went to check on him."
Ken did his best to suppress his laughter.
"So,...
Ha, ha...
So, my poor mother walks in on my depraved brother..."
Ken started laughing.
"Thom...
Ha...ha...ha!
Your uncle Thom had covered his entire body with peanut butter and had two baby calves licking him from head to toe.
You can just imagine, where the majority of the peanut butter was..."
Junior looked at his dad in pure disbelief and shock.
"What!
You're kidding!"
Ken couldn't stop laughing.
"Ha...ha....ha!
Oh, God!
Ha...ha!
I wish I was, son!
I wish, I was...
Your poor grandma screamed, so loud that we heard her all the way to the
house. We thought that something terrible must have happened and
we all took off.
When we got o the barn, there was your grandma chasing and hitting your
uncle with a broom.
We were all shocked and bewildered, as to why
Thom was covered in peanut butter and butt naked.
Your grandma gave your uncle such a whipping that to this day, I'm sure he can still feel it."
Junior was laughing along with his dad.
"Here's, another one...
But, this time...
It happened to me."
Junior smiled and looked at his dad in awe, as they bonded over personal embarrassing stories.
"When I was 14 years old...
I can't believe, I'm telling you this.
Well, I was caught by your grandpa...
As Ken drove, he looked at his son and raised an eyebrow.
"You shooting sperm, yet?"
Junior had been caught completely off guard!
Once, his brain processed the question his father had asked him...
The boy's face turned beet red and Ken immediately saw, as to how uncomfortable his son looked.
So, he once again patted the boy's knee.
"Relax, son.
Breathe...
Your blushing is giving you away."
Ken smiled proudly at his boy.
"I'll take that as a...yes."
Junior gulped, as his mouth had suddenly become dry and he couldn't answer his father.
"You're becoming a young man...
It's natural and a part of growing up.
It happens to all of us, males and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Besides, we already covered this when we had the talk about the birds and the bees, right?"
Junior once again gulped and nodded his head.
After all, who could forget such awkward conversation?
His dad had given him the sex talk, when he turned 11 years old.
"Well, where I'm going with this...
Your grandpa caught me...
Now, it was Ken's turn to blush.
He caught me, using the cow's milking machine to..."
Ken shook his head, as he kept his eyes on the road.
Well, I was using the milk machine on my penis!"
Ken's face turned red, as he smiled.
"Your grandpa walked into the barn...
Once he found me, he looked at me and at what I was doing...
I froze and panicked on the spot.
I thought that he was going to beat me senseless!
But, all he said was...
Use the older one in the corner...
It has better suction and it's the one, all your brothers use.
He then walked away and let me be."
Junior had a look of pure disbelief, as his mouth was hanging wide open.
"And you know, what?
Your grandpa didn't say anything to anyone.
Not to your grandmother...
And certainly....
Not to any of my brothers.
He knew that if my brother's ever found out...
They've would have crucified me!
So, after I was done in the barn...
I walked into the kitchen and washed my hands.
As your grandpa read the newspaper, he looked up, smiled and says...
Got the milking done?
I must have blushed from head to toe.
But, that's all he said."
Ken started laughing, as did Junior.
That seem to cut the tension...
"So, you see buddy...
Nothing, shocks me.
But, if you're concerned about your mom...
Then I promise, we'll keep this between us."
Junior managed a smile, as he nodded his head.
"Thanks, dad."
Junior took a big breath and looked at his dad.
"Well, lately...
I've had this...
In the last couple of days, I've..."
Ken felt his heart beating faster and faster, as he saw his sweet boy struggle.
"I'm here for you, buddy.
Just talk to me..."
Junior sighed heavily.
"I've been having this itch..."
Ken kept taking glances at his son, as he drove.
"An itch?
Like, jock itch?"
Junior looked frustrated, as he shook his head.
After all, his dad had explained jock itch to him, when he started playing sports and it wasn't that!
"No, dad.
It's not, jock itch."
Junior once again, sighed in frustration.
Ken then put his large hand on his son's knee.
"O.k.
So, where's the itch?"
Junior looked out the window and blurted it out.
"It's...
It's in my butt!"
Ken looked at his son and raised his right eyebrow.
"Oh...
O.k."
Junior avoided eye contact with his dad, as he looked out the window.
In his butt?
Huh?
O.k.
Now, Ken has heard of Pinworms...
He actually knew, some guys in that Navy that got pinworms while they'd been stationed in the island of Guam.
Could that be the cause of the itch?
Ken patted his son's knee, while keeping his eyes on the road.
"I wonder, if you have pinworms?"
Junior quickly turned his head around and looked at his dad in horror.
"Worms!
You think, I have worms?"
Ken sighed and tried to calm his son.
"Calm down.
I don't
know for certain.
But, from the little that you've told me,...
Maybe?
The
doctor will let us know for certain."
Junior sighed and slouched on the car seat.
"Great!
That's just great!"
Junior sighed, as he shook his head.
"How do you think, I got them?"
Ken sighed and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, buddy.
But, if that's what it is...
Then you probably got them when you came in contact with a contaminated person, food or surface area.
Getting pinworms does not necessarily mean that you're bad person or dirty...
Just, unlucky."
Junior kept looking at his dad and hanging on to his every word.
"If...
And that's a big if...
You have pinworms.
Well, there's a treatment.
So, don't worry and it's not the end of the world."
Junior shook his head, as he sighed heavily.
"God!
I hope, it's not worms!"
Ken felt bad for his son.
After all, it wasn't easy
starting a new school and making new friends.
And if his son had
worms...
Did they have to inform the school?
"Listen, to me...
Relax and let the doctor do his thing.
Once, we hear the results...
We'll handle it from there.
One step, at a time.
All right?"
Junior nodded and felt better for telling his dad.
He then did something without realizing it...
Junior took his dad's right hand, which was resting on his knee and held it tightly.
Ken Jr. felt safe with his dad.
His dad is his hero...
His dad is his protector...
His dad is his everything.
Junior has just recently turned 13 years old...
The boy has started to fill out...
For one, he's gotten taller, lankier
and with all the sports he plays, he's losing all his baby fat.
Kenneth Jr. Malone is certainly not a little boy, anymore.
However, every once in a while he tends to forget and calls his dad...
Daddy...
Which is very sweet and tender moment. But, as soon as it is said, he quickly corrects himself.
Feeling the pressure to grow up, Ken Jr. dropped the "daddy" and like all his friends, he now refers to his father, as dad.
Long gone are the days of Junior sitting on daddy's lap.
Being carried to bed and snuggled by dad.
Taking a shower with dad.
Being carried on dad's shoulders.
Running into dad's arms when coming home from work.
And even sleeping in the same bed, as mom and dad.
Even before his little brother Ricky had been born. It had been Junior who'd been daddy's boy.
Now, it's his bratty little brother that has taken the much coveted tittle and much to his annoyance, his place.
But, at this moment...
It's their alone time and even though they're driving to see a doctor, Junior feels safe, relaxed and happy being with his daddy.
Chapter 02
Eventually, father and son arrived at the lake shore and faced Lake Superior.
A sign ahead, read...Lake Shore Boulevard. A yellow sign with black letters directed traffic East / West.
Ken Sr. had a vague idea, as to where he heading. So, he made a left hand turn and headed west towards the
docks.
This part of town is mostly old warehouses, closed business, vacant lots and
run down homes.
Ken also knows that this isn't the best
part of town, and the area resembles skid row more than anything. But,
City Hall is working hard in bringing a much needed change, new
business and prosperity to the area.
As they drove, they noticed
that the numbers on the buildings were going down.
Ken then heard his son, shout out...
"There!
69 Lake Shore Boulevard."
Ken nodded at his son and pulled into an empty parking lot.
As he looked around, he noticed that there were no cars parked
anywhere and the building looked unoccupied.
Ken checked out the building and noticed that some of the
windows were broken and others boarded up. Broken beer bottles, empty cans, newspapers and trash were strewn all over the parking
lot.
"I don't know, son...
I don't think this is the right place."
Ken turned on the engine and as he was about leave, a young woman ran out
of the dilapidated building.
The poor woman seemed to be crying hysterically, while holding her stomach and clutching her purse.
Ken and his son looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and
unbuckled their seat belts.
Junior left his backpack on the front seat and closed the car door. As they walked towards the front
door, Ken took the lead, as his son tightly held his hand.
Ken smiled at his boy and winked at the boy to calm him down. As he tried to open the door, he found it locked.
Huh?
Ken then knocked on the door...
Knock! knock!
Nothing.
Ken and son looked at each other in confusion. After all, they had just seen a woman practically run out of the building?
Ken knocked, again...
Knock! knock! knock!
This time the door open abruptly and a very tall, disheveled, pale looking man with a receding hair line opened the door.
"We're, closed!"
The rude man was about to slam the door on Ken's face. But,
Ken put his large left hand on the door, held it open and spoke.
"We need to see the doctor.
It's an emergency..."
The gloomy man glared at Ken and then at his son. He
had a deep and resonant voice, as he loudly shouted at them.
"Appointments only!"
He was about to slam the door when a high pitched female voice could be heard coming from inside.
"Who's that, Riff Raff?"
The man called Riff Raff, rolled his eyes, mumbled something
non-audible and groaned. Suddenly, the man was forcibly yanked
away and seemed to crash into something behind the door.
A very attractive and voluptuous young woman with magenta hair and dressed in a very revealing nurse uniform opened the door.
"Really, Riff Raff...
Where are your manners, you goon!
What are people going to think?"
She eyed Ken from head to toe, as she licked her ruby red lips.
"Well...
Hello there...
I'm Miss Penny Tration the nurse.
How may, we help you?"
Ken smiled, as he looked at his son.
"My son is having internal pains and we were wondering if the doctor could see him?"
The nurse made a face at the boy, as she checked him out.
"You got cash?
We only take cash."
Ken nodded and felt relieved, as he had taken a few hundred dollars
this morning when he went to the bank. The money is to buy essential things for the nursery.
A new crib, two small dressers, a rocking chair, a can of yellow paint and some brushes.
Miss Penny Tration sighed, rolled her eyes and let them in.
"All right, then.
Come in...
Come in.
Don't just stand there..."
Ken took off his fedora and walked in with Junior holding his hand.
The nurse stuck her head out the door, looked around the
empty parking lot and slammed the door. Ken and Junior looked
around the waiting area, which was full of boxes and large wooden
crates.
Ken made polite conversation, as he looked at the cluttered space.
"You just moved in?"
Riff Raff and the nurse looked at each other, as she answered...
"Sure..."
Riff Raff then took a stack of boxes and disappeared out of sight.
The nurse who was chewing gum loudly and popping bubbles, pointed towards a leather couch.
"Sit there and don't move from that spot.
I'm going to see if the doctor is free."
Ken nodded, as he and Junior sat down. He patted the boy on the knee.
"Let's hope that the doctor is not busy and can see us."
Ken and Junior had barely sat down, when they heard yelling coming from down the hall.
"Why, did you let them in?
I told you, we're not ready!
Are you nuts!"
The nurse could then be heard trying to shush the doctor.
"Keep it down, will ya!
They got money, I tell ya!
They got cash!"
Ken cleared his throat and was starting to get antsy. Maybe
this wasn't such a good idea and they've should have gone to the
hospital.
It's not too late to...
Suddenly a tall and pale man in a lab coat appeared with the
nurse.
As Junior looked at the "doctor", the man resembled a mad scientist more than anything else.
The man reminded him of a mad scientist from his Tales From The Crypt comics which he loved to read and collect. His mom however, disliked the comics and felt that that type of garbage
would rot her son's brain and turn him into a delinquent.
But, his dad didn't see anything wrong with them. So, he would buy and then sneak Junior the latest issue of...The Haunt of Fear, The Vault of Horror and his favorite, Tales From The Crypt,
whenever he went on a trip to Milwaukee to visit one of his Navy buddies.
"Well, hello there...
I'm Dr. Frank Furter.
I hear that your son needs medical attention?"
Ken immediately got up from the couch, as did Junior. He then walked towards the doctor with his fedora in his hands.
"Yes, doctor.
Thank you, for seeing us.
My son seems to be having internal pains...
Would you be able to check him out?"
The doctor looked at Junior, as he gave him the once-over.
"How old are you, young man?"
Junior spoke softly, as his voice broke.
"I'm 13 years old, Sir."
The doctor pursed his lips and nodded.
"Such a polite young man.
All right, all right...
Follow me to my office.
Careful with the boxes on the hallway.
Don't trip..."
Father and son then followed the doctor down the cluttered
hallway. Once inside his office, Junior jumped, as the doctor bellowed loudly...
"Riff Raff!
I told you to move these boxes downstairs!
Get it done, now!"
Riff Raff quickly showed up and started cursing under his breath, as he moved the boxes. Nurse Penny Tration winked at Ken and blew a big bubble, as she closed the door behind her.
The doctor then motioned for Junior to take a seat on the exam table.
"All right, young man.
Hop onto the exam table."
Junior looked at his dad, as he seemed nervous. But, Ken nodded and smiled at his son.
The doctor pulled up a chair and gently ran his cold hand over Junior's bare knee.
"Now, my boy...
Can you tell me where the pain is?"
Junior blushed a deep scarlet red and lowered his eyes. The doctor saw Junior's reaction and looked over to Ken.
Ken cleared his throat and spoke calmly.
"C'on, bud.
Tell the doctor...
He's here to help."
Junior nodded, sighed and gulped.
"Well...
Umm...
I started getting this pain a week ago..."
The doctor nodded, as he took Junior's blood pressure.
"The pain feels like a cramp and tends to last for hours..."
The doctor then tapped his stethoscope and checked Junior's heart rate.
"Go on...
Breathe in...
Breathe out...
In...
Out..."
The doctor made some notes and took a thermometer from his pocket.
"Is the pain intense?
Junior silently nodded, yes.
"Open your mouth, please."
The doctor put the thermometer in the boy's mouth.
"Hold it under the tongue.
Keep it there, until I tell you."
The doctor made more notes on a pad. After a minute, the doctor took out the thermometer and scribbled some notes.
"Well...
The good news is that Junior's vital signs are good.
His blood pressure is less than 120 over less than 80, which is normal.
His heart rate, although he's a little nervous is 60, which again is normal.
His respiration rate from 12 to 16 breaths per minute which is normal and healthy.
And last but not least, his temperature is 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.
Which brings us, to the pain...
Where exactly is the pain, son?"
Junior looked at his dad and once again, he nodded.
"The pain...
Umm...
The pain is in my butt."
Doctor Furter raised an eyebrow, as he looked at Ken.
"In your butt?
As inside your anus?"
Junior by now was blushing a fierce crimson red, as he nodded.
The doctor grabbed a pair of clear latex gloves from as nearby tray.
"All right, young Mr.Malone.
Strip...
Take off your shirt, shorts and underwear.
I want you on top of the table, on your knees and with your butt up."
Junior looked like a deer caught in headlights. His face was beet red and he looked petrified.
Ken sensed his son's discomfort and stood up.
"Son...
Would you like me to leave?
So, the doctor can do his exam?"
Junior shook his head, as he looked at his dad.
"No, daddy!
I want you to stay...
Please, stay."
Ken nodded and sat back down.
Junior took a deep breath and in his mind, he kept repeating to himself...
Just like gym class...
It's just like gym class...
It's just like gym class.
He then took off his shirt, gym shorts, underwear and laid them
neatly on a chair.
He felt embarrassed to be butt naked in front of his dad and doctor. His
whole body felt like it was on
fire and he was blushing from head to toe.
After all, his father hadn't seen him in this state of
nakedness in a very long, long time.
Doctor Furter a good mind reader, spoke.
"There's no need to be embarrassed, my boy.
We're all guys, here and have the same equipment.
Trust me, when I say...
I've seen it all!"
He then smiled at the Junior.
Ken also smiled and cleared his throat. But, not before taking a quick and discreet look at his naked boy.
Junior is on his way to manhood and developing quite nicely.
Junior had started sprouting pubes last year...
The boy had a small
patch
of light red pubic hair on his groin and a small dusting of hair on his
balls. Junior's balls had certainly dropped and in typical Malone fashion, they hung
quite low from their manly sack.
Big low hangers was the term used by his brothers when describing the Malone family jewels.
The boy used a stool to get on top of the exam table and got on his
knees as the doctor instructed, and with his bubble butt sticking out.
Junior felt exposed...
Uncomfortable...
Vulnerable...
And of course, embarrassed.
His soft and circumcised penis hung in the air and his balls dangled low, heavy and loose.
Ken kept this to himself, of course.
But, damn!
His boy's "equipment" seemed big, especially for a boy his age.
Just by mere observation, Ken's guess that Junior's penis could be 5 inches long!
That's my boy!
A deep sense of fatherly pride took over.
But, the moment soon waned, as Ken knew what was coming next.
Doctor Furter stepped closer to the boy, gently spread the boy's hairless cheeks and took a look.
Ken who had been sitting across from his son, tried his best to put on a brave face for his son.
The doctor cleared his throat, as he called Ken over.
"Mr.Malone can you come over here, please."
Junior sighed deeply and wanted to do like an ostrich and dig his head deep into the cushion.
Ken walked over and stood silent next to the doctor.
Doctor Furter asked Junior to spread his cheeks.
"Now, young man...
With your hands, please spread your cheeks apart."
Ken could hear a soft groan escape from his son's mouth.
"Now, son...
I'd like you to be honest, please.
Have you been inserting anything into your anus?"
Ken raised an eyebrow, as he looked at the doctor and then at his son's butt.
"Umm..."
The doctor used his index finger and pointed towards Junior's butt.
"The reason, why I'm asking Mr.Malone...
Is because I can see some skin lacerations around the ring of the anus.
Look here...
And here....
And here..."
Ken looked baffled, bewildered and utterly confused?
What the hell?
The doctor pointed with his index finger at the redness, puffiness and skin lacerations around Junior's pink anal ring.
"It looks like..."
Junior could only imagine the look on his father's face.
He felt mortified!
He felt so ashamed and dirty!
He wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear!
"We're waiting, young man."
Junior sighed and cleared his throat.
"Yes, sir.
I've been putting carrots and cucumbers up my butt."
Huh?
The fuck!
Ken felt like he had been punched in the stomach.
Carrots?
Cucumbers!
Jesus H. Christ!
Doctor Furter then took a white tube from a tray,
squirted some clear substance onto his index finger and get closer to
Junior's butt. He then gestured with his hand at Ken to wait for
an
explanation.
"And son...
Why are you putting vegetables inside your rectum?"
Both Doctor Furter and Ken heard a long sigh from Junior.
"It lessens the pain, Sir.
When I shove a cucumber in my butt, it reaches the spot where the itch is."
Doctor Furter nodded and scribbled something on his pad.
"All right, Junior...
I'm going to do a prostate exam.
I will be inserting a finger into your rectum and I will feel around
the area. The reason I'm doing this is because, I'm looking for
your prostate.
I'll also be checking to see if there are any other issues."
Junior simply nodded with his head lowered.
"The prostate is a gland about the size of a chestnut.
It is part of the male reproductive system located deep in the pelvis, between the penis and the bladder."
Doctor Furter spoke firmly, yet softly.
"Are you ready?"
Junior meekly responded.
"Yes, Sir."
Doctor Furter ran his right hand on the boy's bubble butt.
"It will be kind of uncomfortable and you'll feel a strange sensation at first.
I will go, slow..."
Doctor Furter proceeded to gently insert his lubricated finger into the boy's anus.
As the finger made contact with his asshole, Junior's dick twitched just by being touched in such a private, yet erogenous zone.
"That reaction is completely normal, my boy.
Just take deep breaths and relax.
It will be over, before you know it."
Junior nodded and his voice cracked, as he answered.
"O.k."
Ken felt for his son....
But, this is a very important procedure that although intrusive, it needs to be done.
As Doctor Furter's finger started it's prodding, Junior felt a sharp pain.
The boy grunted, bit his tongue and gritted his teeth. His ass was squeezing tightly on the doctor's finger.
"You need to breathe, young man.
Breathe...
You're doing good.
That's it!
Just take deep breaths and relax."
Junior was being a champ for following the doctor's advice. And
as he began to relax, he started to let go of the fear and
embarrassment.
However, it was obvious to both father and doctor that the anal manipulation was causing a reaction on the 13 year old boy.
Junior was unfortunately getting an erection.
Junior must have read both his dad's and doctor's mind, as he quickly apologized.
"Umm...
I'm sorry for the..."
Doctor Furter didn't even let Junior finish the sentence.
"It's perfectly normal and all right, son.
You're body is reacting naturally and as it should.
There's no need to apologize.
Just relax and breathe for me."
Ken had started to perspire under his heavy coat. Yet, his eyes
were glued to his son's asshole and the finger that was currently
violating him.
"Now, Junior...
I'm going to gently move my finger and push on your prostate.
You might feel a strange sensation, all right?"
Junior couldn't even manage an answer and form a sentence. His brain had lost the
ability to express itself, due to the unbelievable sensation he was
feeling internally.
"Ahhh!..." Junior cooed.
Doctor Furter nodded his head, as he knew he'd found Junior's prostate and he then gently prodded .
"The prostate's most important function is the production of a fluid
that together with sperm cells from the testicles and fluids from other
glands, makes up semen.
The muscles of the prostate also ensure that the semen is
forcefully pressed into the urethra and then expelled outwards during
ejaculation."
Junior had started to perspire and his body felt like a furnace had been turned on.
As Doctor Furter prodded more of Junior's prostate, the boy was emitting sounds that his father had never heard before.
"Umm....
Ohh...
Ahhh.
Yesss!"
Ken blushed, as he rubbed the back of his neck and cleared
his throat. He then took of his coat and threw it on the
nearest chair.
As Doctor Furter's finger prodded deeper inside the boy's anus...
Junior's penis was now, at full mast!
The boy's penis grew to an impressive 6 stiff and thick
inches...
Due to it's heavy weight, it hung low and with the gentle manipulation, it started dripping a clear string of clear precum onto
the examination table.
Doctor Furter inserted more than a knuckle in and was gently gyrating his finger inside Junior's anus.
Meanwhile, the boy's eyes were in the back of his head, as he experienced something like he'd never experienced before.
The further the doctor's finger went in, the more amazing the sensation Junior felt inside.
It was like the doctor had pressed a button inside his body and something had come alive deep inside him.
It felt amazing!
All this time, Junior was purring like a cat and Doctor Furter and Ken had both gone speechless.
After what felt like an eternity, Doctor Furter gently withdrew his finger. He cleared his throat, as he took off the glove.
"Well...
Ahem...
Yes...
Ummm...
It seems that this young man is suffering from an underdeveloped prostate."
Ken gulped and felt a lump in his throat.
"Is it serious doctor?"
The doctor then inconspicuously closed his robe, as he had suffered a reaction to the examination.
A first for him...
"No, Mr.Malone.
This is not uncommon...
It tends to happen to some boys, as they begin puberty.
I will prescribe a lubricant to help you...
Umm...
help your son in...
Umm...
Developing and improving the growth and enlargement of his prostate."
Ken nodded, as he looked at his son's rosebud which at the moment, seemed to be winking at him?
Huh!
"Now, Mr.Malone...
I want to show you, as to what you'll be doing."
Ken felt like he had been punched in the gut!
"Me?
Why, me?
I think, I should let my wife..."
Ken didn't even get to finish his sentence when Junior practically shouted...
"No, daddy!
I can't do this with mom.
It has to be you!"
Ken looked pleadingly at Doctor Furter, who simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Looks like the patient has spoken Mr.Malone."
Ken sighed and looked defeated and extremely overwhelmed.
Doctor Furter then tried to put Mr.Malone in front of his
son's spread cheeks. But, it felt like trying to push a mountain to move
this huge and massive man.
"Now, I must commend you, Junior.
You keep yourself very clean back here."
Doctor Furter then ran his hands on the boy's bubble butt.
"Good for you!
I must say, not a lot of people wipe and clean themselves properly.
Specially, men."
Junior had his head turned, as he was still ass up and with his ass cheeks fully spread.
"I will be prescribing an anal douche kit which is a tool for
removing any fecal remnants from the rectum.
The box comes with
very simple instructions which are very easy to follow.
So, Junior....
I want you to douche thoroughly first, before your father does his part."
Ken felt like his head was spinning!
"Now, Mr.Malone...
Once, Junior douches...
You'll want to use a good amount of K-Y jelly on your finger.
You can use whichever finger you like."
Ken looked pale and couldn't even find words to express himself.
"Now, step up to your son.
Here...
Put this latex glove on."
Ken was handed a transparent glove. He then undid his tie and rolled up his sleeves.
Ken was shaking his head, as he took a big breath and put on the glove.
"Junior...
You'll need to guide your father in order to find your prostate.
Once, his finger is inside you...
Guide him to the spot where you get that special feeling.
Once, he finds your prostate...
Your dad will have to gently massage it.
Got, it?"
Junior meekly muttered a...
"Yes."
At this point, the feeling of embarrassment had long passed.
"The K-Y jelly that I'm going to prescribe Mr.Malone...
This is
water-based and water-soluble. So, it won't be sticky or leave a
residue in your finger or hands.
It will wash off completely from your fingers,
once you're done with the treatment."
Ken didn't say anything and simply nodded. All he wanted was
to be done, head straight home and drink some hard liquor.
Fuck!
He
then applied a generous amount of lubricant on his long and very thick, sausage-like fingers.
"Ken...
If I may call you Ken..."
Ken shrugged his shoulders, as he didn't care.
"I've noticed that you have very large hands and long and thick fingers.
So, you'll have to be very gentle when penetrating your son's anus.
Cut your nails, if they're long and use plenty of K-Y jelly.
I cannot stress this enough...
Use plenty of K-Y."
Ken cringed at the unfortunate word Doctor Furter had used...
Penetrate!
Jesus H. Christ!
"I will also be prescribing...
Umm...
A small vial of isoamyl nitrite or isopentyl nitrite. Whichever, I might have in stock.
These also go by the name of poppers...
I don't know, if you've heard of them?"
Ken nodded no.
"Well, poppers when inhaled can cause a rapid dip in blood
pressure. This then results in an immediate, but short-lived rush
of euphoria and relaxation.
These effects can last for minutes
and aid in the relaxation of muscles in the body, such as those found
in the anus."
Ken felt lightheaded.
Doctor Furter walked over to his desk and started rummaging through.
"Now, let's see...
Which poppers, do I have?
Ahh!
Here we go..."
The doctor walked over to Junior, took off the cap of the bottle and put it up right next to his right nostril.
"All right, son.
Inhale deeply..."
Junior obediently, did as instructed.
As soon as the Amyl Nitrate hit him, Junior felt like an explosion had gone inside his brain.
"Now, the other side..."
Doctor Furter took the brown bottle and held it up to Junior's left nostril.
"Again, son.
That's it!
Take a hit.
Good boy!"
Junior's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he felt like he was flying.
"All right, Ken...
Your son is ready.
Now, insert which ever finger best suits you. Since, they're all long and thick...
They'll all do the job required."
Ken shook his head and couldn't believe what he was about to do.
In the end, he chose the same finger the doctor had used...his right index finger.
Ken stood frozen, simply staring at his son's pink butthole.
He
could swear that Junior was intentionally puckering his ass ring for
what was to come.
No fucking way!
Fuck me!
Doctor Furter must have sensed Ken's reluctance?
"C'on, Ken.
It's called growing pains for a reason.
Your boy needs his prostate stimulated and he needs this, now!"
Ken shook his head, sighed and slowly, yet very gently inserted the thick sausage-like finger into his son's tight anus.
Almost immediately, Junior felt something that words cannot describe.
It was like something that had been missing inside him, had finally been found!
Whatever vegetable he had used in the past, didn't come close to this feeling!
Junior let out a sigh that caused Ken to feel extremely uncomfortable
and more discreetly, for Doctor Furter to arrange his enlarging penis.
"Oh, daddy..."
As Ken heard his son practically purr like a kitten, his stomach did a
somersault.
Ken had found a new level of uncomfortableness that he
didn't know existed!
Holy Mother of God!
Junior was practically guiding his father's finger with the tone, pitch and soft purring of his sweet voice.
"Deeper, daddy...
Yesss...
Deeper....
Keep going...
Deeper!"
Ken again cleared his throat and at this point was not even looking at his son's anus. He was actually looking anywhere else, but his son's butthole.
As the finger reached a certain spot, Junior made made an O with his mouth.
"Oh, god!
Right, there!"
Ken's mouth was parched dry and he sweating profusely. His body also had reacted in a manner which is not appropriate for a father.
He was also getting hard!
"There, daddy!
Yeah...
That's the spot!"
Ken looked at Doctor Furter for help and guidance and help.
But, the look on Doctor Furter's face...
Well, it scared him.
Doctor Furter was grinning like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"Now, Ken...
With your finger, push in and out.
C'on, do it!
In and out...
In and out...
Yes!
That's it!
Really give it to him!"
Ken was sweating profusely, as he nodded and did as instructed.
This is a family doctor...
A trusted member of society...
A pillar of the community.
A doctor for fuck sakes!
He knows, what he's doing!
Ken's hand and especially his finger had develop a mind of it's
own...
As his finger started to piston in and out of his son's ass.
Junior started moaning louder and louder...
"Oh, God!
Oh, God!
Yes!
Oh, God!
Yes, right there!
Don't stop, daddy!"
Ken was now roughly fingering his son's asshole.
"Oh, yeah!
Oh, daddy!
Oh, my God!
There!"
Ken face had turned red and his mouth felt parched dry like the desert...
And without even realizing, he'd shoved his entire long and thick finger up his son's ass.
"Oh, daddy!
Yeahhh....
Ohhh!"
Suddenly, the boy went into a sort of seizure and convulsed on the table.
"Urrgh!
Ahh!
Arghh!"
Junior growled, as his young body trembled...
Junior's massive orgasm went off like the 4th of July!
"Ahhh!...
Ahhh!...
Ahhh!...
Oh, God!
Oh!
Ohh!
Ahhh!"
The boy spewed 7 long and thick cum shots onto the table...
A
large teenage cum puddle with the consistency of thick porridge, now
pooled on the examination table.
Ken sighed, as he gently pulled his sore finger out of his son's abused asshole.
Junior was still trembling on the table, as more cum dripped from his hard penis.
Eventually, he came to his senses and the reality hit.
Oh, my God!
What had he done!
He felt mortified!
He had just ejaculated on the doctor's examination table!
Junior slowly got off the table, as his legs felt wobbly....
Not to mention, the soreness he was feeling on his butt.
He looked at the large cum puddle and was about to apologize, when Doctor Furter blurted...
"Jesus Christ, my boy!
That's an impressive semen sample!
Golly Gee!
Well, you've certainly been blessed with healthy gonads.
Damn!"
Junior cleared his throat, as he looked at his dad who was by the sink washing his hands and not looking at him.
Junior blushed and smiled at the doctor, as he tried to cover his privates with his hands.
Doctor Furter grabbed some paper towels and gave them to the boy to clean up.
"Don't worry, my boy."
Your prostate has
been stimulated and acted exactly the way it was supposed to.
This is exactly what I was hoping for.
A job well done!"
Junior smiled and looked at his dad.
His dad had turned around and was drying his hands with some paper
towels. He looked like he'd been sweating up a storm...
Dark wet stains were clearly visible under his dress shirt.
He then grabbed the latex glove and dropped it into the garbage
can.
Junior's eyes were immediately drawn to his dad crotch...
It looked like a large and thick baseball bat lay hidden in his dress pants!
Huh?
Doctor Furter was seating behind his desk, as he lit up a cigarette.
"Get dressed, young man.
There's a sink in the back to clean up.
I need to have a talk with your dad."
Junior nodded, as he grabbed his gym clothes and walked past his
dad. Ken managed a weak smile for his boy and patted him on the
head, as he passed by.
"Well, Ken...
I must say, well done!
I am very pleased with the results."
Ken sighed, as he took a seat and faced the doctor.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Furter...
But, I just don't think..."
Doctor Furter offered Ken a cigarette. But, he declined
it.
Ken had been a chain smoker, even before he joined the Navy.
Growing up with 5 brothers, Ken had learned many bad habits through his
young life...
Those being, smoking, drinking, cursing, fighting, gambling, premarital sex and the list goes on.
So, when Ken got married, he made a promise to young wife that he would stop smoking.
Yet, as the doctor waved the cigarette in front of his face...
Ken decided to take it.
Junior who had been watching the interaction, saw as Doctor Furter get up from his chair and offered his dad a
light.
He also noticed a big bulge and wet spot on the doctor's pants, as well.
"Listen, Ken...
I know what you're going to say...
But, I've had cases like your boy and I'm telling you...
This is the only way!"
Ken sighed, as he shook his head.
"I don't know, doctor...
It just seems extremely unethical...
I also don't feel comfor..."
Doctor Furter took a paper bag from his desk and dropped the douche
kit, 4 tubes of K-Y and two bottle of poppers into the bag and slided it over
to Ken.
"Tell you, what...
Try this method for a week."
Ken shook his head, no.
"Just one week...
That's all I'm asking.
If your son's pain hasn't lessen...
Then I will recommend for your boy to see a specialist.
What do you say?"
Ken sighed heavily, as he pondered it in his head. He then silently nodded, yes.
Junior felt relieved to hear that his dad was willing to give this treatment a chance.
The boy was fully dressed and his dick still twitched in his gym
shorts, as he leaked post-cum. Junior walked over his dad and
gave him a hug.
Ken was a bit stunned and didn't know what to say.
Doctor Furter put his hands together, as he looked at Ken and then his son.
"Now, Ken...
Junior will tell you, as to how often he'll need his prostate stimulated.
We need to see an improvement on your next visit.
So, I would suggest you do the treatment, at least 3 times a day.
But, it can be more..."
Ken shook his head and sighed.
Doctor Furter smiled, as he stood up, while trying very hard to keep his lab coat closed.
"And as for you, young man...
No more vegetables in your anus, you hear!"
Junior blushed and gulped hard.
"Yes, Sir!"
Doctor Furter smiled and nodded.
"That's what your daddy is for...
He'll be inserting his finger up your bum to give you that much needed massage and release.
All right?"
Junior smiled, as he looked at his dad and couldn't be happier.
Ken cracked a pitiful smile, as he looked at his sweet boy. He
then stood up, grabbed his coat and gave the paper bag to his son.
"We'll, try it...
One week..."
Doctor Furter nodded.
"Glad to hear.
I will see you both in my office in one week."
Ken shook the doctor's hand and headed towards the door.
Junior felt like he had a pep in his walk...
A new jump in his step and extremely happy.
As he walked past Doctor Furter's desk, the doctor
smiled and winked at him.
As father and son left the office, he
could hear Nurse Penny Tration going over the bill with Ken.
Doctor Furter then walked over to the examination table and looked at
the coagulated and thick porridge of young semen.
He then scooped up
a good amount and put it in his mouth.
"Ahhh...
Ambrosia...
Nectar of the Gods!"
Doctor Furter grinned, as he scooped a second load from the table and brought it to his lips.
"You are going to have your hands full, Ken.
Trust me, when I say...
You're going to have your hands full with that boy!"
Doctor Furter then broke into maniacal laughter...
And as he stared at all that warm cum puddle, he licked his lips...
Like lighting, he dove face first into the cum puddle and lapped it up, like a thirsty dog!
To be continued!
