Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2017 19:41:45 -0400 (EDT) From: Freddy E. Subject: My Rushed Physical Exam Chapter 6 My Rushed Physical Exam, Chapter 6: Mr. Fahy's Folly By Cresive. Again, if you enjoy this or any other story on NiftyArchve, please help support the site. The Admin does a great job taking care of the site and working to organize and publish our submissions. ______________________________________________________________ My Summer was rather uneventful after the Mr. Clark's poker party. I spent the time reflecting on my new experiences, both good and bad. Mr. Clark had a great hot tub, but something about the man made my skin crawl. I spent many sleepless hours at night lamenting that he injected his seed into me. I didn't much mind having to sexually satisfy Father Lewis or even Mr. Akin. They both seemed excited to be with me and even though I didn't really have a choice, I didn't regret taking their loads down my throat. Father Lewis was actually quite nice to me, and it excited me a little to be with a ?forbidden? man of the cloth. Many things confused me when I recalled Mr. Kircher. He really didn't seem like he was part of the regular crowd. I remember his bug-eyed look when he first saw me in my naked form. He obviously was not expecting a naked servant for the game. He also seemed to leave me alone, at least more so than the others at the table. One nice thing about Mr. Kircher, If I had a hard time getting to sleep when thinking about the second Mr. Clark, it was exactly opposite when I remembered my time with Mr. Kircher. Thinking back to his delicate, feather-light caressing of my body seemed to be a soporific for me. When I reminisced on how he mesmerized me on his bed, I would get a rock-hard erection before falling fast asleep. It worked every time!! I just wish I could remember what happened to me in that German's house. I was working during the week for the rest of the summer, so I only had the weekends to myself, now. Most of my friends did not have a summer job, and were often away on family vacations or camp, so I had a lot of time to myself. I didn't mind, as I had a lot to digest after Mr. Clark's affair. I wished that I could call Mr. Kircher and inquire as to what he had done with me, or even if he would do it again, but I had no way to find him. I would just have to rely on what little memory I had. I was glad that Mr. Wallace hadn't called me about his party. The date had passed, so I figured he just didn't need me. Since I didn't want to waste a nice, sunny Saturday, I got on my bike and rode around the town. I was getting rather bored and thought about riding to the river when a pickup truck passed me by. Almost immediately, I saw his brake lights as the truck pulled over. Not knowing what else to do, I stopped next to the driver's window. Mr. Fahy was inside and as he rolled down the window, I could see him give a little smirk as he said hello. He asked what I was doing and whether I had heeded his advice and stayed away from the crowd he caught me with a while back. I assured him that I had and that I was just riding my bike because all my friends were engaged elsewhere. We chatted a few more minutes when he suggested that he give me a ride. He got out of the truck and tossed my bike into the truck bed. I figured he was going to take me to his house and replay our last meeting. Since I had enjoyed our last chance encounter, I was only slightly resigned to my fate. I figured I didn't have much else to do, so being taken to his house and romanced would actually improve my day. I got into his truck as he secured my bike. Instead of going to his house, we drove out of town. I don't know why, but I didn't get frightened by the change in plan. I actually felt safe with this Irish cop, so I allowed myself to enjoy the summer day and just watched the flora and fauna that we passed. We hadn't gone very far, perhaps about 30 miles or so, but we were in a different world compared to even my small town. We finally pulled off a surface- treated road and onto a dirt road. The dirt road had been well graded and was still a state route, but one with so little traffic that the state didn't bother to pave it. We pulled into a long, tree-shrouded driveway. I would say tree-lined, but these were very old and majestic cyprus trees that literally sheltered the driveway like a covered bridge. The view was like a bucolic scene out of a Disney movie or a Rockwell painting. The driveway went on for miles it seemed before ending at a farm house. The house was not overly large, but it had several dependencies that added to main house. It looked like a working farm with fully planted fields and a few pastures penned off for livestock to graze. We walked up to the front door and were greeted by a middle-aged man with a handsome, if weathered face. He broke into an ear-to-ear smile at seeing Mr. Fahy and marched out to greet him. Mr. Fahy introduced me and mentioned that he wanted to bring me to the merriments. Having no idea what he meant by that, I looked bemused when the farmer looked at me. He gave me a more than cursory inspection which I misinterpreted as the same that the second Mr. Clark had given me. He asked how old I was and Mr. Fahy said I was 18 and a day. Now remember, I could pass for 12 much easier than I could 18. I already said that I was small for my 15 years, late in my development and since I wrestled, I had a thin, sinuous body. I had yet to even start shaving. The farmer gave an incredulous chuckle and said it was Mr. Fahy's funeral. He agreed to allow me to come and we went inside. Now given my previous experience with adult get-togethers, I was a bit doubtful of how the day would turn out. Again, I didn't have much choice, since I didn't want to ride my bike the 30 or so miles back to town. The farmer was introduced as Mr. Pierce and he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. He was average height and build, and looked like he worked hard for aliving. However, he also looked like he relished the hard work and seemed to have an indefatigable personality. We walked through the old farm house and into a nice yard area, complete with an almost Olympic sized pool! I bemoaned that I didn't have a swim suit as I would have loved to swim in the pool. That is just my luck! A nice pool to myself and no swimsuit!! Just before I could complain, Mr. Fahy made a quick farewell to Mr. Pierce and grabbed me by the arm to guide me around the house and back to his truck. He removed my bike from the back and told me to get in. Confused as usual, I did what I was told and we drove to a nearby country store. Mr. Fahy handed me a list and said let's get started. I guess we were going to pick up some last-minute supplies. For once, I was actually on target as we picked up a LOT of ice, some beer and all the other supplies you would need for a barbecue party. Once we packed everything into the truck, we headed back to Mr. Piercess house. By this time, I was telling Mr. Fahy about my lack of swim trunks, and he said ?"ot to worry, Nipper." I was trying to figure out how he may have a set of trunks that would fit me, but got distracted when I saw a herd of deer crossing the road in front of us. We stopped and watch them cross safely to the other side and continued on our way. after that scene, I had forgotten what I was thinking about. Safely back at the Pierce Farm, I helped unpack the groceries and set up the coolers. By this time, quite a few of the other guests had arrived and were setting up spots around the pool. Mr. Pierce had a built-in grill and a general food area at one end of the pool where we set up for the picnic. I was so busy helping to set up, that I barely took notice of the party. There were several men of varying ages milling about and greeting each other. There were a few already in the pool. There were still people driving up to the house as well. Once we had everything unpacked and set up, I had worked up a sweat. I took a good, long look at the pool that now had about 15 guys splashing around it. Just as I was longing to dive into the water, one of the men was climbing out of the pool. He was facing me, I noticed him just before he jumped up. He was about 30 or so, with a chiseled face and deep-set brown eyes. He had a hairy chest with well-developed pecs. Today, I would call it a swimmer's build. I couldn't help by notice how the water washing down his chest matted the hair like one of the cigarette ads of the day. As he jumped and maneuvered his way out of the pool, I saw that he was swimming in the Nude!! I stared at him as the water sluiced down his stomach, through his pubic hair and all around his cut cock and balls. Being on the wrestling team, I had seen other guys naked, and I my recent experiences had me almost an expert on cocks. However, I was totally taken back by the scene playing out in front of me.The guy noticed my admiration and said hello as he walked to his towel. I shook my head thinking that this was the first time I had seen an older guy naked while I was still fully dressed. Mr. Fahy came up to me and asked if I wanted a swim. I was about to say that I had forgotten my suit, when I realized that there was a different dress code for this party. I asked if it was okay to skinny dip which amused Mr. Fahy to no end. "Nipper! That is the only way to swim!" He showed me that he had a couple towels and we walked to some free lounge chairs that Mr. Pierce had reserved for the food crew. He lay the towels down and commenced to disrobe. I started to follow suit, but was still nervous to be naked in front of all these people. I was a lot younger than everyone else, and I was a lot less physically mature as well. After the poker parties, I have no idea why I was so self-conscious, but I was almost paralyzed into non-action. Mr. Fahy stripped naked, and folded up his clothes. Again, I was enthralled with how good looking he was. I just stood there with my shirt half unbuttoned staring at Mr. Fahy's body as if it was the first time I had seen him naked. His cock seemed to wink at me just before Mr. Fahy fluffed his cock and balls at bit as guys do when they get undressed. He looked at me and said that I couldn't swim with my clothes still on and hurried me up. Being chastised by Mr. Fahy brought me back to the present and I finished undressing. I looked around as I was removing my underwear and realized that only a couple people even noticed me. This struck me as weird after being the center of attention so many times when I was naked. Mr. Fahy scrutinized my naked body and seemed to enjoy what he was seeing. Just as I could see his cock was growing a bit in girth, he scooped me up in his huge arms and trotted over to the pool and jumped in carrying me underwater. We emerged from the cool water and he tossed me into the air. I did a spin and dove into the water angling away from Mr. Fahy. I didn't realize it until later when he told me, but I managed to give him a nice view of my bare pucker as I did my turn, just before I could close my legs. When I emerged from the water, Mr. Fahy gave me a few playful splashes and then reached out and grabbed my arm. He pulled me back to him and turned me around while he held me close to his chest. His hands were clasped around my chest as he spun me around to get a look at the crowd. What was weird was that nobody really paid much attention to us, even though we were both naked. What also felt weird was how the water flowed over my cock and balls. This was my first experience skinny dipping and I noticed how my genitals floated in the water. The cool water had complete access between my legs and around my tackle and washed them in coolness that felt really refreshing. Mr. Fahy and I made some small talk as his hands slipped lower to give my penis and gentle tug. Between the novelty of having the water washing over new areas of my body, feeling Mr. Fahy's strong chest on my back and imagining his strong hand fondling me caused me to sprout an almost aching hard on. Just as I was enjoying the feeling of my hard cock being acted on by the water, I realized that I was pointing almost straight up in crystal clear pool water for anyone to see. I quickly spun in Mr. Fahy's arms and poked him his belly button with my cock. This amused him to no end and he gave out a loud laugh that caused a few of the party to look our direction. "trying to breed my belly button, are you nipper?!" He reached around and grabbed both my butt cheeks and spread them wide. He even let a finger from each hand dance around my anus. While this felt incredible! Again, I was bashful that someone could see me naked under the clear water. "Relax nipper! Nobody is watching us. You are among friends here." Incredulous, I looked around and he was right. Nobody gave us much attention. I could relax and enjoy my first skinny dip experience. Mr. Fahy continued dancing his fingers across my anus and massaging my butt cheeks. As I relaxed, I started to really enjoy the feeling. We remained liked that for long time, his fingers enjoying my ass, while we made some small talk. I talked about my summer job, fishing, etc. Mr. Fahy told me about the bad element with whom I narrowly avoided being caught up. I grew hungry and we got out of the pool to get a drink and some munchies. Mr. Fahy got out, reached down and pulled me out in a quick swoop. He handed me a towel as he dried himself. I noticed he didn't wrap the towel around him, but just walked over to the food naked. I wrapped my towel around my waist, walked two steps and decided I was over dressed. I looked around and about half the crowd was naked. Figuring what the heck, I unwrapped the towel and tossed it onto the chair. I walked over to Mr. Fahy as if I owned the place. Unlike in the pool, quite a few men stared at me. I was feeling a bit self-conscious that I wasn't a mature as the rest, but everyone smiled at me and seemed actually appreciate me for the beauty that I wanted to be. Mr. Fahy grabbed a beer and handed me a soda as he complimented me on my dress. He looked admiringly at my body as he popped open his beer and took a long gulp. As I took a sip of my cola, I looked around and finally noticed that most everyone who was naked, also lacked tan lines! The only tan lines I could see were on their feet from their sandals. That meant that they went around naked all the time!! I looked down at my semi-hard cock and realized that this was the first time it had really seen the sun. I also noticed how pale my midsection looked. Fortunately, I was too overawed with all the new emotions I was having to delve into self-criticism of being the only naked person with a pale white midsection. I was even getting over the fact that I was much younger than anyone else at the party. Mr. Fahy finished his beer and picked me up by my legs as he carried me back to our chairs. I managed to not spill my soda as he rocked me back and forth. I did notice that many of the people we walked by looked up to get a nice gander at my hairless asshole which was impossible to hide from their view as it dangled below Mr. Fahy's arm. Again, I seemed to meet with admiration and approval, so I didn't mind too much. Mr. Fahy set me down on the chair and had me roll onto my stomach. He then got out some suntan lotion and put some on my back. He didn't stop there, but continued down my butt and even slid some into my butt crack. He had me open my legs to get a more thorough coverage. Of course, that meant that his thumb made sure that my hole was well covered by rubbing over it several times. Having the thick pad rub over my very sensitive behind made me start to sprout a woody again. Unconcerned, Mr. Fahy then did my legs before he had me stand up. When I stood up, he repeated the process on my front. I was really enjoying the feeling of the wind as it dried the lotion on my body, and having Mr. Fahy's strong hand massage the lotion into my front. Again, he had me open my legs where he did a good job of covering the areas that normally don't see the sun. Between his rubbing in of the lotion, and me noticing that several guests were staring at me, I began to chub up quite a bit. Now being naked is one thing. To be naked in public quite another thing. To be naked, and sporting a big erection while in public was almost too much for my young mind to comprehend. Mr. Fahy didn't seem to care and even encouraged my hard on by rubbing suntan lotion right on it and on my balls. I could swear he was jacking me off, but he was just enjoying himself as he put on the lotion. As my knees were starting to shake and I was doing my best to not shoot in front of all these onlookers, he stopped and declared me safe from the sun. As he stepped back, I was left standing there, my dick pointing up to the sun, and anyone who cared to look over having a great view of my entire teen body. The guests who were ogling my body began to clap and I wound up receiving a nice ovation. My previous experiences notwithstanding, I am a very private person, so having everyone acknowledging my nudity, and state of arousal, had me blushing to no end. I was petrified that I was again the object of sexual pleasure for so many people. I was also coming off a near orgasm from enjoying Mr. Fahy's strong hands fondling me. Fortunately a thought grew in the back of my mind that I was actually in a safe environment to be naked with a crowd of people. I wasn't the only naked, and several guys were at least a bit chubbed up. Fortunately, I was able to garner enough self-awareness to bow to the applause and quickly moved to sit down to cover my erection. Before I could sit though, I had to put lotion on Mr. Fahy's back. Fare is fare, so I did so. His back was much wider than mine and still quite defined. He may be in his fifties, but he was still in good shape. His back was partially covered with sparse hair that moved with my hand motions as I wiped in the lotion. Not wanting to do an inadequate job, I made sure I covered everywhere as best I could. I did notice that my hard on didn't diminish a bit as I admired Mr. Fahy's strong body. He was sitting, so I didn't get to rub his butt cheeks. I don't know if I was disappointed, or relieved. When I finished, I wiped my hands and we sat in our chairs and gossiped about other people at the party. Mr. Fahy knew most of them, and some of them even came up to say hello to him. His close friends even chided him about a cop robbing the cradle, but Mr. Fahy seemed to enjoy the ribbing. He gave as good as he took and everyone seemed to genuinely have a fun time. I had never seen so many naked men in my life. They were all ages, and all shapes and sizes. Most of the younger guys were cut, but many of the older ones were uncut. I saw cocks that hung down and others that seemed to float on top of the guys balls. This day was the first time I learned about "showers" and "growers." I saw an older gentleman who was very thin, with a cock that literally dangled down to his knees. I saw another guy, about Mr. Fahy's age, who looked like his cock was hiding way up in his belly button. He was a stocky, slightly chubby, guy and had a nice pair of balls that swayed back and forth as he walked, but I could not see his cock at all. He walked up to say hello to Mr. Fahy which allowed me the opportunity to really stare at his missing cock. At first, I thought he didn't have one, but soon I realized he did, but it was only a button on top of his balls. He noticed my interest in his cock, so he pulled on it a second which seem to wake it up from its slumber. He told me he was a grower, and that when he was excited, he was quite the swordsman. I apologized for staring, but was relieved to learn he wasn't cock-less. Actually, his cock head looked quite attractive, with a ovoid piss slit that dominated his cock head. I guess my face changed from questioning to admiration because the guy then turned the conversation to how nice my cock looked when Mr. Fahy was putting lotion on me. He asked if he could do it next time. Mr. Fahy gave a chuckle and politely declined his request. Again, it was all good-natured and I felt fine being the topic of such banter. I also felt appreciation for having been let off the hook for staring. Dinner time rolled around and we got up and had some food. I didn't mind being naked in the food line and had gotten over my shyness as I carried my plate and a soda back to our chairs to eat. Having my hands full, prevented me from covering up my naked ass and genitals so anyone who wanted to take a gander, could look all they wanted. For some reason, instead of being self-conscious, I felt free! I loved that I could walk around naked and that anyone could gander at my naked body. I thoroughly enjoyed my naked pool party. Nobody treated me like a child. Nobody molested me, other than Mr. Fahy, and I thoroughly enjoyed that. We swam some more, and of course, Mr. Fahy allowed his hands to fondle my naked body. I learned that rubbing bodies in the water added a new sensuality to being naked and that skinny-dipping beat swim trunks any day of the week. I met a lot of Mr. Fahy's friends that day. They got to see all of me, but they either complimented me, chided Mr. Fahy for being so lucky, or just stared in envy of him. I like that somehow my accompanying him increased his stature, even if only a little. In fact, I made a show of myself when I sensed that someone was jealous of Mr. Fahy for bringing me to the party, just to rub it in a bit. When it grew a bit later, Mr. Fahy packed us up and walked me to his truck. He had my clothes, and I didn't have a care in the world about walking to his truck naked. We put my bike back and he handed me my clothes. I donned my shorts and climbed into his truck. I was in a post party glow as we drove back to town. As I had hoped, we made a bee line for Mr. Fahy's house. We pulled into his garage and I eagerly got out of the truck. We entered his house and he removed his shoes. I removed my shorts which was all I had on. He gave a chuckle at my eagerness and reached out and pulled me close to him. He carried me back to his bedroom where he quickly stripped to his birthday suit. We made love for the next hour or so. This wasn't sex, but actual, unmitigated love between two people. I was eager to please him, especially after he treated me to such a unique day. He was eager that I enjoy myself in his bed. We were both worked up after seeing so much naked flesh that I thought we would be finished in a few short minutes. But for some reason, we weren't. Mr. Fahy seemed to have a sixth sense about me and my body. He would caress just where I wanted him to. He could tell just when I wanted him to rub my belly, or my inner thighs, or even my feet. He could bring me to the brink, and the millisecond before I reached the point of no return, he would back off and move to another part of my body. This edging went on for hours, and I wouldn't have changed a thing he did. The more frustrated I became at not having an orgasm, the more pliable my body became. It wasn't all one sided either. I was learning what he enjoyed as well as well as learning more about his body. I had the opportunity to learn his smell, how his pecs moved when he was rubbing me, how he smiled when he knew he hit just the right spot on my body to make me shiver. I got to taste Mr. Fahy's cock and balls. I loved to stare into his big piss slit, I even moved his cock head around to get the best angle to stare into it. I learned to bask in his musky smell as he inserted his big cock into my mouth. I still had difficulty fitting his big cock into my mouth, but I kept at it. I tried to swallow his balls, but they were too big. Mr. Fahy seemed to enjoy my attempts and even complimented me. Very soon, he had me on my belly and a pillow under my waist. He massaged my butt cheeks in such a way that I had to let me legs to limp. He reveled in my anus winking at him just before he dove in and gave me the tonguing of a lifetime. I was unable to feel any part of my body but my ass during his ministrations. He seemed to get his tongue all the way into my body which almost made me cum into his pillow. Just before I thought I my brain would explode from his rim job, he rolled me over, maneuvered his shoulders under my legs and brought his huge cock to my backside entrance. I was almost in heat as his cock head broke through the meager resistance my sphincter could muster. It seemed like all of my body wanted Mr. Fahy inside of me. He slowly, but assuredly entered my ass. I felt a bit of a twinge when his massive cock head broke through, but mostly I felt him fill me up. Once he was all the way in me, he stopped to enjoy the feeling. I was thankful, because it allowed me to revel in the sensations as well. I could feel his pubic hair scratching my back side. I felt the fullness of having this huge man inside my body. I could almost feel the tip of his cock as it moved my internal organs aside while it penetrated me. Mr. Fahy slowly started to fuck me. Rhythmically, He moved his cock in and out of me. My legs had become unresponsive, useless. My mind was centered on the feeling of his cock going in and out of my anus as my torso lay helpless on his bed, arms splayed to my side. I was totally in Mr. Fahy's control. He sensed just what he was doing to me. He was moving for both of us now. I could only react to his lead, much like a well-trained tango dancer who follows the lead of her partner. Like a well-trained dancer, I was acutely aware of my partners every move. I moved in concert with his actions. I was totally lost in the moment and almost lost all concept of time. Mr. Fahy's body started to move a bit faster and with more authority. I matched his changes and started to push onto his thrusting cock. He sensed my motions which only made him fuck me more vigorously. He let out an animalistic shriek as he pumped his seed into my rectum. He pushed all the way into me and shot a load, withdrew and repeated the motion, again shooting cum far into my bowels. He repeated the motions again, and I thought I may be coughing up semen soon. He did a few more less forceful shots as he began the descent from his climax. Instead of pulling out, he just lay on top of me. We were both spent from the love making. My legs were still not taking orders from my brain and my arms were still splayed out to my sides. Mr. Fahy began to lightly kiss the side of my head and neck. He was as spent as I felt. For the second time in my life, I felt contentment. I even felt like I was supposed right where I was supposed to be at this very moment. I was almost disappointed when Mr. Fahy leaned back and pulled out of me. He gave my used ass a long gander before he kneeled down and took my cock in his mouth. I hadn't realized it, but I was almost painfully hard. It took about 30 seconds for me to cum in his mouth which he drank up. When I had finished with my orgasm, he crawled up to me and kissed me. He was a bit on top of me and to my side, but I wasn't about to move. In fact, my body was too busy rebooting and I wouldn't have been able to move a finger at that moment. I was too tired and too sated to do anything but return his kiss. We lay there for a short while before Mr. Fahy took me in his arms and carried me to the shower. We washed each other and I again admired his strong body. Me made sure to wash off the suntan lotion, and massage my butt, but he didn't allow me to get rid of the semen that he deposited into me. I didn't want to. I liked having him in me. It made me feel like he was still making love to me. after we showered, he dried me off before he did the same to himself. He got dressed before he helped me do the same. We jumped into his truck and he took me home. We made light banter on the way and I told him about the second Mr. Clark and my other poker party experience. He didn't seem to be happy with the news and he curled his lip a bit as he continued to inquire what happened. I was mad at Mr. Wallace and Mr. Clark so I made a full confession. I was happy to have someone to share this with. It really felt nice to get it out. He pulled into my neighborhood, stopped and took out my bike. He sent me on my way and told me to keep on the straight and narrow. I bade him goodbye and rode home relishing in the knowledge that he was still in my body. My mom seemed pleased with my contented attitude when I arrived hom. I guess I had been a bit bored of late but tonight I was very well behaved, if a bit quiet. I told her that I went swimming with a friend and that I had a good day. She didn't catch on that I didn't seem wet, or that I hadn't brought in a towel or swimsuit. Either that, or she was going to pretend I didn't go skinny dipping with another boy. Again, if only she knew. I was happy to chat with my parents and didn't complain when I was giving a list of chores to do before bed. I did my jobs, thinking about Mr. Fahy taking pleasure in my body. My ass twitched a bit thinking about him and the fun time we had. Somehow, that even made taking out the trash seem fun. I went to sleep that night savoring that his semen was in my bowels. Was I absorbing him into my body? Were we becoming one? I thought about the many bodies I saw today. I marveled at the different size and shapes of the bodies and the cocks. But mostly, I thought about how Mr. Fahy made me feel when he was caressing me with those big hands. Or how I submitted to, nay relished in his big cock entering by body. Before I realized it, it was morning. I had no sense of when my cognizant mind gave way to my dream mind. I couldn't tell where my mind was consciously retelling the story, or I was dreaming about what happened in my sleep. I only knew that I felt very refreshed and ready to take on another beautiful summer day!