Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2021 19:15:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: letsxplode@aol.com
Subject: THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES CHAPTER 15

Here's another installment of my series The Shudder Chronicles. However, it
wasn't written by me but by a longtime reader and fan of the series. He
goes by @vancrawman on Twitter and I think he did a great job of capturing
the spirit of the original stories. He never fails to get me off. Thanks to
him for picking up the fuckstick and running with it.

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THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES 15: THE DOCTOR WILL SEED YOU NOW part 1

"And how many sexual partners have you had in the last 3 months, Sir?" he
asked me, the shirt of his scrubs barely holding in his chest and biceps,
the deep V-neck exposing tufts of dark chest hair. I was having trouble
concentrating on this doctor's office visit once I saw the doctor's hot
nurse. As he shifted in his chair, the nametag attached to the waist of his
scrubs fell carelessly over his leg toward his crotch and I peered between
his massive thighs to read his name: "Stavros."


"I'm sorry, what?" I said to him, dick-stracted by this gorgeous Greek god
in front of me. But I made an effort to concentrate -- after all, Angel
told me this gay doctor was where all the Shudder guys go...he must be
good, and based on the quality of the front desk staff (young twink
receptionist named Travis), the muscle-bound African-American office
manager in the tightly fitting suit who I saw in the hallway (Jason), the
lab assistant who, three days ago, had me do all the usual cumslut testing,
and drew a blood sample from me (blond, about 6'5" named Greg), and now
nurse Stavros, I figured I was in the right place. I refocused my mind to
try to come up with a number to Stavros' question.


Thinking to myself, there was meeting and hooking up with Angel, Ron, Oscar
and Bryan, then the Shudder Party, many further hookups in the gym just
before closing time, the double-penetration fuckfest with Erik and Bryan,
several more fuck sessions with Angel, Oscar and Ron, the incredible
Armband Party where I fucked about 20 holes -- I lost count after we all
went back in for more mansex after a break in the kitchen, several late
night rawfucks with Angus in our apartment building, a few pump-and-dump
cumdumps Angel and I sampled, and, oh yeah, I flipfucked with Damien again
in his classic car just 5 days ago.


"Honestly," I told Stavros, I've been really busy in that department
lately," sheepishly smiling, "I'd say about 200, give or take." I looked up
at the ceiling to try to calculate more in my head, I know I was missing a
few fucks and sucks here and there....


"It's fine, Sir, I don't need the exact number," just an estimate -- was he
reproaching me? I couldn't tell.


"My, you have been busy," he resumed, "well, we're here to make sure your
fun can continue unabated."


"Does the doctor see all the guys in my...social club," I asked, casually
referring to Shudder as a "social club."


"Well, that I'm not sure about, but I see you were referred by Angel, who
refers a lot of patients, yes." He said, the barest of a smile cracking his
professional nursing exterior.


"So, I have all your results back," he started. And now I'm thinking `what
has all my raw fucking spree made me pick up.'


"The doctor can explain them all in detail, but let me just tell you that
they're all clear," Stavros says back to me. I guess I look surprised so he
says, "Did you expect a different result?"


"Well, I've had a lot of sex lately with a lot of different guys..."


"It would seem so, Sir," he says, looking down at the notepad where he
wrote "200" in response to my answer and then I see also that he circled
the "200" it a few times, also. "Of course, 200 was only an estimate,
right?" he follows up, smiling at me. Your friend Angel who is like, I
guess, the recruitment director for your `social club,' he sends a lot of
patients our way, and funny enough, there's almost never a problem."


"Let me take your blood pressure," he says as he moves in closer and takes
my arm in his strong hands, and as he attaches the cuff on my arm," he
feels my bicep "You work out a lot, don't you Sir?"


"You can just call me Randy, it's ok, and yeah I work out every day, it's
kind of my outlet from work pressure and stuff."


"Oh, but you have another outlet, too, don't you," showing me the notepad
with the `200" circled on it. He removes the cuff. "Your blood pressure is
fine."


"The doctor will be in shortly to go over some things with you -- he's just
finishing up with another patient. Then I'll be back in case there's
anything else you need, you're our last patient for the day but we'll be
here for you for anything," and with that, on his way out of the room, he
briefly rests his hand on my knee in a still-professional way, but follows
it up with a small squeeze that maybe isn't so professional. Stavros is
good, not just at nursing, but at being just cagey enough that I can't tell
if he's flirting with me.


I wait a few minutes by myself, which gives me time to recall some more hot
raw mansex that I've had recently -- there was that WeHo porn couple I
fucked with for their subscription fanpage -- they didn't show my face but
halfway through the fuck, about the time they were double-fucking me, I
thought to myself maybe I should be capturing my exploits on camera like
this...I did shoot 4 huge loads in 60 minutes for those guys; it's been
their most-viewed video this year, and I got referred by them to a bunch of
other porn guys to shoot scenes with.


Then there was the work trip to San Diego where I got away to the nude
beach after work one day...I was sitting on the beach, reading a book,
naked and cock out and enjoying some Vitamin D, -- nature's testosterone --
when this hot Latino guy walked by. I could see him checking me out as he
walked past, turned and walked back in front of me. I put down my book and
saw his bronzed round butt glistening in the afternoon sunlight, and meaty
cock swinging between thick muscly thighs. He didn't say a word to me, just
motioned for me to follow him. Another breeding to occur - so of course I
follow him -- I see him ahead of me turn and go behind some sand
dunes. When I get there, he's leaning up against a driftwood log and his
hole is open and waiting for me. He's got a small bottle of lube, which he
hands me. I lube up and my steel-hard dick enters him in one motion. He
still hasn't said a word, just a low moan as I thrust it in and out. It
feels like there's a couple of loads up there already...I've got good deep
strokes up his hole and it feels so good -- just the perfect release after
a long work day. I gift his talented hole with a big load of seed, thank
him and walk back to my spot on the beach.


Then I think back to the time Ron and I took his young nephew, Clay, to a
sex club and positioned his sweet 22-year old ass up on a bed in the sleazy
club -- that is, after we each had provided a load for it to be lube for
whoever wanted to breed the boy next. Ron and I advertised the available
boyhole on Twitter, then wrote the room number on the big board in front of
the club for all to see, then went on to other exploits in the club while
man after man made that 22 year-old his breeding ground. After a couple of
hours we came back to Clay and, based on the magic-marker hashmarks we
asked guys to add to his back, he had 16 loads in his hole and a faraway
smile on his face.


I had shot 3 loads already at the club but the sight of Clay's mancunt
glistening with loads sent me over the edge and back up his hole my cock
went to breed load #17 into the perfect boypassage. Ron snuck up behind me
while I was fucking his college-boy nephew and penetrated me which tipped
me over and my fourth load of the night shot into the twink, my cock coated
with strangercum as I pulled it out and plugged it into Clay's waiting
mouth. Ron took that opportunity to plug his nephew with his fat cock and
in no time, Clay had earned his 18th cumload of the night.


I'm a little lost in my sexual reverie and now totally hard when the door
opens and the Doctor comes in. I try to cover my crotch with my hands to
hide it, but this is not very successful, especially once I get a look at
the Doctor.


He's a handsome ginger man, in super good shape, bearded...I feel like I
know him from someplace but can't place it.


"Hello, I'm Doctor Grant, but everyone just calls me Doctor Tom."


Looking down at Stavros' notes, he says "You've been quite the busy guy,
Randy," his pen stopping at the number 200 for a moment..."how's that going
for you? Are you enjoying yourself? It looks like you're enjoying yourself
a bit right now," he says with a mischievous smile.


"Yes, Doctor Tom, I guess you could say I've been making up for lost time,
I've had more sex in the past couple months than I did in the 20 years
before that. But just want to make sure I don't pick anything up or if I
do, I get it taken care of."


"A responsible sexual being...we like that here in this office. Your friend
Angel -- well, he's my friend, too...Angel sends me many patients he's
brought into his circle."


"You know Angel?"


"Angel and I go way back," he says. Now are there any medical questions I
can answer for you? And you can just speak plainly, Randy, we're all men
here with the same interests."


"Well, Doctor Tom, as I said, I've been having a lot of sex lately. Angel
really awakened something in me, and I've been going to a lot of sex
parties and having a lot of hookups, and even if I shoot my load, I'm
always still totally hard after and can easily cum four or five times
more. Is that normal, or is that a sign of something else? I think about
sex and men and giving and taking loads all the time. Am I a sex addict?"


Doctor Tom just laughs, "Randy, in addition to all the standard post-sex
bloodwork, we checked your testosterone level -- it's through the
roof. Well, that's not a medical term, but it's very high...all the working
out and heavy lifting you've been doing is responsible for that. You're a
young, fit, highly sexual guy, it's not surprising. And it seems from what
Angel tells me, you've got a real exhibitionist streak. Just enjoy it and
be responsible and come see us regularly. And also, as you now know, once
you meet Angel and attend a Shudder Party, you just want more and more and
more. If I wasn't a science guy, I'd almost think Angel has some magic
potion to make men super studs."


I nod my head. I'm relaxing a bit in front of this handsome doctor. I
notice for the first time how his shirt is unbuttoned halfway down his
hairy chest, and how when he turned to his side, his shirt opened up just
enough for me to spy a big nipple piercing beneath the ginger fur.


"Oh, I agree totally about Angel he's got some magic in his...potion...if
you know what I mean.... I'm starting to relax, making no effort to hide my
hardon, wondering if I'll ever get a chance to fuck and get fucked by this
hot ginger doctor.


"And you know about Shudder?" I ask him...I see him looking at the clock as
it strikes 5:00pm.


"The office is now closed," he says abruptly.


I'm looking confused for a moment I think I have offended him in some way.


He continues, "So now, I'm out of the office -- which means, now I can tell
you, yes, I know about Shudder. I've been to many of them, although I
couldn't make the last one, which was your initiation there, right?


"Yeah," I say, wondering where this is going -- could this be leading to a
fuck? Everything does for me these days! My cock is pointing straight up in
the cheap medical gown they have me wearing.


"Angel told me all about it when I hooked up with him 2 days later. It
sounded so hot...and then he told me about the Armband Party, so I made a
point of going to that one," he moves in closer to me, putting his hands on
my knees as I sit with my erection on the exam table.


"You and I met at the Armband Party," he whispers into my ear. "You laid
that thick pipe into my hole and I shot a 10-shot cannon of jizz straight
into the air, Stud!" He leans in and kisses me deeply. He grabs my ramrod
cock.


"I've been craving for that hard cock of yours again, Randy...you got time
now to retire to my office?" he asks, pointing to the door on the left.


I remember him now, of course I do -- he was the hot ginger I rapid-fucked
after Brian Bonds but before I got into Angus' hole. He was the hot bearded
ginger in that sequence of guys one after the other who rode my cock and
they all spewed their hot seed while doing it!


Angel's "circle," as Doctor Tom calls it, is seemingly everywhere...I see
guys I've fucked or who've fucked me in the gym, at the gas station, in my
apartment building, at the movies, it's Angel's own community of hot
rawfucking manhood. Sometimes when we see each other, it leads to a fuck
right then and there and sometimes just a knowing nod and a quick "Hey."
And now I find out I've already fucked the hot Doctor in front of me -- his
cum rained down on me and Angel and Angus licked it off of my face and
chest!


He takes me by the arm and directs my hands over his tight pants and
bulging crotch...We walk into his private office -- where Stavros is
waiting, naked and ass up on the doctor's desk...


Stavros' arched back and round firm ass are staring back at me as Dr. Tom
motions for me to come closer.


"I know he's been waiting for your hot cum cannon, Randy," he explains,
stripping off his lab coat and shirt, exposing his big chest with the
carpet of ginger fur and 2 elongated pierced nipples. I go to eat the
Greek's ass.


 As I begin the rimjob on Stavros' furry butthole, Doctor Tom moves up
behind me, lifting up the flimsy medical gown - his hands exploring my ass
and reaching to my waiting hole. "In fact, we all have been waiting for
that cock and your hole, Randy," and with that he sinks to his knees,
spreads my cheeks and starts eating my hole.


"Nice to see the party's getting started," someone says in the doorway. I
turn from Stavros hairy butt to see Jason, Greg and Travis come in, wrapped
in towels, fresh from a shower someplace.  They all start sucking on each
other's thick cocks. Greg, the 6'5" tower of gorgeous blond masculinity,
gets himself in front of Stavros' mouth and the Greek god swallows Greg's
fat meat in one big thrust.


Dr Tom continues his tonguefuck of my open hole but pauses long enough to
say "And there's one more patient coming to join us, who I think you know,
Randy," Tom announces, and in walks the one and only Angel.