Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 13:01:31 -0400 From: Mical Manchester Subject: My Father's Men-7 Thanks for all the great emails. I have enjoyed writing so far and will continue to do so. All the positive feedback has really made me eager to continue with this series. I enjoy using my own experiences as inspiration for this story. Most of the events are true and I don't mind saying which ones if you ask. The story is progressing how it did for me and there will be contact between Mical and his father, don't worry. Again, I would love to hear from any of you with comments about the story and things you would like to see in the future. Please feel free to email me at: nycbottommical@hotmail.com. Sean left the house about mid-day and my father and I went to the airport to pick my mother up. My mind had been so occupied with sex and my father this weekend that I forgot about my mother being gone. When we spotted her coming through the arrival gate my father and I looked at each other and smiled. It wasn't a smile in referral to what we had done this weekend, but a smile stating how happy we were to see her. My mother clearly kept everything together at home and cared for us, and we needed that. "There are my men," my mother squealed as she threw her arms up in the air and made her way towards us. I had forgotten how beautiful my mother was and just how much she hid her age. No one ever believed that she could have a son my age and whenever she tried to buy alcohol in the grocery store she was carded. "Hey Sweetie," my father responded and grabbed her around the waist and planted a large kiss on her lips, "I have missed you soo much." I know that what my father had said was true, he did miss her because he loved her. Had he said that he was lonely without her would have been a lie. My father had plenty of companionship this weekend and I doubt my mother was ever on his mind. My mother told us all about her trip, how my Aunt was doing, what my cousins were up to, she was also very interested in hearing about how we spent the weekend alone without her. We created for her the image of two men, spending the entire weekend at home, lounging around and watching sports. This is what my mother thought would happen, so we let her believe it. The rest of the day was uneventful, and somewhat normal. I finished up some homework in my bedroom and heard the familiar sounds of my father and mother laughing next door. Joining my parents for breakfast Tuesday morning things felt very normal. My mother was busy serving us and cleaning the kitchen, while my father sat at the table, in his suit and tie, reading his paper and drinking his coffee. My mother kept conversation flowing between the 3 of us and we discussed our days. "Oooh, Mom, I have a doctors appointment at 5:00 this afternoon." "Doctor's appointment," my mother seemed perplexed, "I don't remember making you a doctors appointment. Is everything ok?" "Yes, I'm sure it is. Coach just wants us all to have one. I think this season has been pretty grinding and he just wants us to make sure our bodies are holding up." "Ok, well tell Dr. Vogel hello for me." "Actually, I'm seeing a new doctor, one the Coach suggested." "Really," my father asked as he looked up from his paper, "What is his name?" "I think it is Dr. Skelton," and I saw a smile, a big smile, on my father's face. "Dr. Skelton, eh? I've seen Dr. Skelton before myself for some physical ailments and find him to be a very capable man. You will really enjoy him Mical. Plus, he has a very friendly and attentive staff." My father made direct eye contact with me and gave me a wink. "Well good," my mother added, "finish up that breakfast or you'll be late." The day at school was a little rough because I had a hard time focusing. Classes seemed especially boring today and I couldn't keep my hands from doodling in my notebook. At lunch I joined up with Sean, and noticed that by the time I made my way to our regular table in the cafeteria the ladies, mostly cheerleaders, were already all over him. Being a "catch" myself some of those ladies gave their attention my way once I say down, and it was slightly annoying. I decided to take the opportunity to excuse myself and check my messages on my cell. I was hoping for a message from Marc, or Dr. Skelton as I referred to him this morning, and I wasn't disappointed. "Mical, my boy, it's Marc. I am just calling to say that I'm really looking forward to seeing you this afternoon and giving you a good physical. Give me a call if you find the time, I'd love to hear your voice. Take care beautiful!" There was something about Marc that made me feel soo good about myself. I think it showed because Sean smiled at me and asked: "You ok Mical, because you're beaming." "Yes, that was just my someone special." Sean smiled in acknowledgement. The rest of the day surprisingly flew by. I went into the gym to find Coach and tell him that I wouldn't be at practice this afternoon because I had a doctor's appointment. Coach understood. I drove home to drop off my bag and freshen up. My mother was gone so it saved me some time. I jumped into the shower and washed up with just water. Marc had told me that he liked the "masculine" smell of a man so I didn't want to put too many fragrances on my body. I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and lay down on my bed. It was only 3:00, so I had some time to take a nap before I would have to leave. I was impressed with Marc's office building from the very first moment I stepped inside. The waiting room was large and half filled and the receptionist behind the desk smiled at me and asked: "Can I help you?" "Yes, I have a 5:00 appointment." "Mical?" "Yes." "Mical, just take a seat and the doctor will be with you in a minute." I took a seat in the corner and looked around the waiting room. The room was thinning because of the late hour and it appeared that most of the staff was getting ready to leave as well. From my own knowledge it wasn't common for a doctor to make an appointment after 4, but this wasn't a "normal" checkup. "Mical, Mical Manchester," a cute, young male nurse came to the door to get me, looking up from his pad he spotted me and gave me a good look and smiled, "follow me Mical, Dr. Skelton will be in soon." We got into the examination room and he asked: "Manchester? Are you related to Richard by any chance?" "Yes, that's my father." "Ahhhh, makes sense," and he smiled, "we've missed your father here, please tell him hello for me." He ordered me to take off my shirt and pants and said that I could leave my skivvies on. I sat on the edge of the table and the young nurse put his stethoscope to my chest. "You have a really strong healthy hear beat Mical." "Thanks." I looked hard at the nurse, Joseph, and he looked back at me. Joseph had a tall and very fit body. He wasn't that big, but he was in perfect shape. I looked at his face and into his eyes. He was almost pretty, but in a manly way. He was almost TOO good looking to be a man. His hair was long, blond and silky and his lips were full and red. His shirt was tight to his chest and his pants left nothing to the imagination. "The doctor will be right in," and he left, but not before he checked me out one last time. Almost immediately Marc came into the room, shut the door, locked it and smiled at me: "I've missed you." "And I've missed you." Marc came over to me and put his hands on my legs and lips on my mouth. I had forgotten what a great and powerful kisser this man was. He took off the lab coat he had been wearing and told me: "It's time for your examination. Lie back." I followed directions and lay back on the table. Marc used his hands to test and feel every part of my body. His hands were cold but felt good on my body because I was soo hot with lust for him. Marc told me to stand up, take off my underwear and cough: "I'm sure you've had this done before, so help me out. When I tell you to cough, cough for me." Marc had placed on his hands a pair of latex gloves and began to tug and pull on my testicles. "These look good and normal Mical." Marc went over to the table and lifted it up. "There's just one thing left to do. I need to check inside that hole of yours to make sure your prostate is ok? Marc had the look of the devil on his face. I wasn't exactly sure what he had in mind, but I didn't mind playing along. "Where and how do you want me DOC?" "Bend over the end of the table, and place your hands forward." I felt somewhat exposed in this position and saw Marc go into his cabinet and pull out some instruments. Before he came over to my hole he strapped a light onto his forehead, pulled a stool up below my ass, and sat down. He looked ready for business. "This might be a little uncomfortable at first, just relax boy." He began to insert the first metallic medical instrument up my boy hole. It was cold but my hole was accommodating and relaxed. The instrument stretched and widened the insides of my hole just enough so Marc could have a good look inside. "Looks good boy, looks like you've been taking care of that pussy, but I think I need some pictures for the records," Marc took the instrument from my ass, got up and called his assistant into the examination room, "Joseph, I need your assistance for a minute, and don't forget to bring the camera." Soon there was a knock on the door and Marc unlocked it and let Joseph into the room. "We're going to need some pictures of inside this young man's rectum. I'm going to stretch it as far as it will go and then I want you to take a few pictures, got it?" "Yes, Doctor Skelton." My face had been turned and I smiled at the young nurse and he smiled back at me. There should have been something soo humiliating about this experience, but there wasn't. Marc reinserted the clamps back into my hole and took little time stretching my pussy muscles to the max. "Look at that Joseph, see how nice and pink it is inside and around, that is a very nice looking anus and prostate. This is how they all should look." I couldn't help but chuckle when I heard him compliment me in this manner and the fact that he did so with such a serious tone. If this is what the doc liked to do, I was happy to oblige. There was something very sexually arousing about playing "dirty doctor" in his office. I heard snap shots being taken and heard Marc direct Joseph as to how to take them. "That's very good Mical, you can stand up now." When I turned around I noticed that both Marc and Joseph had taken off their pants and shirts, were fondling themselves and were sprouting some serious wood. "Good news Mical, there is nothing wrong with your prostate, so we've decided to give it a workout." "That sounds good to me doc. That sounds like GREAT medicine." Marc pulled out the stirrups (those same stirrups that women hate having extended during their gynological exams) and Joseph pulled up the back of the table. Marc instructed me to sit up on the edge of the table and for me to place my legs into the stirrups. It was a little uncomfortable, but the stirrups really pulled my legs apart and gave the good doc and his naughty nurse full access to my hole. "Just one more thing before we get started," Marc went over to the cupboard and brought out some additional straps, "these are things we use with special young men like yourself Mical." Marc handed the straps over to Joseph and he tied them onto the sides of the table and then locked my hands into them. Just like the boy I had seen being taken care of in the basement of my home, I was at the complete mercy of these men who had tied me to their own sort of sling. The one great thing about the way I was positioned was the angle at which I could watch the fuck. "You ready Mical? It's time to finish this exam." "Yes sir, do what you have to do," Marc strapped on a condom he had gotten from the cupboard, wetted it with some lube, and entered my ass. I had forgotten how good his cock felt and how perfect it felt inside me. It was almost as if my ass was made specifically to accommodate this BIG man's cock. This was the first time that I had gotten a good view of his cock entering me and it looked hot. I was glad that Joseph had resumed taking pictures and was happy we would have memories of the event. "Oooooh, damn boy, damn this is good pussy..." Marc kept plunging into my ass with everything he had. It was torture that I couldn't play with my own cock because each time he thrust into me I felt pleasure pains in my cock. I needed release, and luckily Marc noticed this. "Joseph, help the boy out. Get over here and suck his cock." Joseph set the camera down and was ready for some action. I think Joseph had been ready to touch my body from the moment he first spotted me. "I have another idea Doctor," Marc lowered the table so that I was on my back, but so that my legs were still raised high in the stirrups not interrupting the fuck. Marc crawled onto the table and over my body and stopped when his mouth was at my cock and when his own cock was hanging down at my face from above. I had a man fucking my ass, one sucking my cock, and I knew what to do with the cock in my face. "Perfect Joe, good thinking. AHHHH, DAMN, THIS IS GOOD PUSSY!" "Mmmmppph, Mmmmmppphhhh, OOoooohhhhhhhh." The sounds and expressions were just flowing from my body. On the one end I had a master top man fucking my ass, and on the table I had an expert cock sucker giving me one of the best blowjobs in my life. His own cock tasted great, but I decided to shove his ass down a little lower and eat it. Joseph was quick to adjust to my willing tongue in his ass and was having a hard time keeping my cock in his mouth. "THAT'S IT MICAL," Joseph shouted out, "THAT FEELS FUCKING AMAZING. THAT'S IT, EAT MY SHIT CHUTE BOY, LICK IT GOOD, PUT YOUR TONGUE UP THERE AND FUCK ME WITH IT!" I was beginning to love the taste of ass as much as I did cock and I was loving this hot bubble butt I had resting on my face. "Oooooo, OOOOOOOO, AHHHHHHH, ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," came the familiar sound of Marc reaching orgasm. Joseph dropped my cock from his mouth and looked up as Marc withdrew his cock from ass. Marc came all over his face. Marc backed up from the table, took my legs out of the stirrups and picked up the camera. "That's nice boys, real nice. These will be some fucking hot pictures." Joseph and I gave little attention to the pictures being taken and kept doing what we were. From the precum I was leaking, I knew I wouldn't be long. Joseph got up from the table and grabbed another condom. He came back to the table, ripped the condom open with his teeth and started rolling the latex on my hard dick. He then returned to the table and started fucking himself on my cock. I was amazed at the balance he had and control he took. He was what people call a "power bottom" and even though he was bottoming he was completely controlling everything about this fuck. "AHHHH, AHHHHHH, ARRHHHHHHH..." Joseph moaned and moaned. "You have sucha sucha sucha ahhhhh god, nice asss," I was incoherent and could barely talk when I felt the cum rising up from my balls, "Here it cums stud, oooooo gooodddddd, ooooo, here it..." and with a few more rams of my cock I shot a load deep into the condom into his ass. Joseph got up and started beating his own cock hard. There was an enormous amount of lust in Marc's eyes and he dropped the camera, came over and licked the cum clean out of the condom and on my body. He saved some of the cum and brought it to my lips where we shared in its salty goodness. Watching us "French" was enough for Joseph and he begun to cum in what seemed like buckets. He shared in a brief kiss with us and started cleaning up. "Good work Joseph. I'm going to finish up with my patient and I'll be out in a few minutes." Joseph smiled. "Ok doc, and Mical, nice to meet you," and he shut the door. "Hot thing isn't he," Marc asked. "Yes he is, but you know I like my men older." "And I like mine younger. He's been a very good assistant and we've had some fun, but he's no you Mical Manchester." Marc picked me up from the table and embraced me in his arms. This was the Marc Skelton that I knew- a loving, caring man, not a deviant sexual doctor, although I enjoyed them both. "You know, my wife is still gone, is there any chance you could come over? "Well," I wasn't exactly sure how my parents would react, but now that my father was on my side, so to speak, I'm sure he would ok the situation and make an excuse for me to my mother, "sounds perfect, I'll say I'm going to a friends for the night." I picked up my phone and called my dad. He didn't answer, so I left a message. "Dad, it's Mical. I'm slightly tied up, if you know what I mean, with Dr. Skelton, I'm hoping you'll cover for me with mom. Love you and I'll be home in the morning, and dad, thanks in advance." "So, you know about your dad?" "Yes, I kind of discovered it this weekend." "Must be slightly shocking?" "Yes, but I'm happy that he is how he is!" Marc and I got up and started dressing. I hadn't realized what a mess we had made of the room and didn't notice the stench of man sex that permeated the room. On our way out of the room Marc pocketed the pictures and picked up the camera. "This we will use later," and he gave me one of his infamous smiles. The office had long since cleared after I had arrived and was completely dark, except for a distant light in the back storage room, there we found Joseph, doing some sort of inventory. "That's enough work today Joe, let me give you a ride home." We went out into the parking lot and got into Marc's jag. Joseph got in the front with Marc and I took the back. The ride to Joseph's apartment wasn't long, but Marc had his hand on the nurse's leg the whole way and I was slightly jealous. They were making conversation in the front and I felt left out, until we pulled into the lot of the building. Marc leaned over and gave his assistant a big kiss on the lips. "See you tomorrow kid." Joseph shifted his body towards me in the back seat, raised and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. "Nice to meet you Mical. I hope to see you again." We drove a little while longer until we arrived at the home I knew so well. Marc pulled his car into the garage and we went into the house through the kitchen door. "Damn, I'm starving. What can I make you Mical?" "Anything. I'm starving too." "I bet you are, a big growing boy like you." It was another one of Marc's expressions that could be interpreted as sexual harassment, that is, if I didn't like it soo much. It wasn't soo much what he said, or the way he said it, but the looks that came with it. He looked me up and down like I was a steak waiting to be devoured. He actually got out 2 sirloin steaks from the fridge and started grilling them, on his indoor grill, and handed me a head of lettuce to chop up and make a salad. He had also taken out 2 beers and we were drinking them as we talked and prepared dinner. There was just something soo comfortable for me about being with Marc and we really did have a father/son relationship, the kind I had been looking for, one filled with sex. We finished dinner, watched some television and then made our way upstairs. As soon as we made it into the master suite clothes started flying in every direction. I couldn't keep my hands off of Marc and vice versa. I got my clothes off faster than Marc had and jumped onto the bed. As soon as I got on the bed Marc slowed down his own undressing and really began to focus on my naked body on his big bed. I began slowly rubbing my body trying to entice Marc to join me on the bed, rubbing my chest, licking my fingers and rubbing them against my nipples and then my boy hole. "That looks sooo good boy, keep doing that," Marc reached down and picked up the camera he had brought from his office and started taking more instant polaroids, "Yeah, come on boy, give me a show, work that hole for me." The exhibitionist in me was beginning to come out, thanks to the urging of my hot older friend, and I got all worked up and really put on a show for Marc and the camera. I got all all fours and finger fucked myself, sticking almost an entire fist up my hole. I then got on my back, lifted my legs and played with my pussy, all the while looking lustfully at Marc and his camera. "GOD DAMN BOY, YOU ARE A NATURAL. I got something else that will be better." Marc went into one his small office that was located within the suite and he came back, not with the Polaroid camera, but a mini-cam video recorder. "Now, we are going to make a movie, and I want to hear you as well." I saw the red light of the camcorder come on and knew that I was now being filmed. Never wanting to disappoint Marc, I got into it and really started getting into it. "Mmmmmm, I'm soooo fucking horny and really need a BIG COCK to keep me happy," and I started fucking my ass with my own fingers, "Mmmmmmm, its soooo wet and warm in here, I NEED SOMETHING BIG TO FILL ME UP! AHHHHHH, PLEASE, I NEED COCK, ONLY COCK CAN MAKE THIS BOTTOM BOY A HAPPY SLUT!" There was no mistaking the look of sexual frustration and agony on Marc's face. He placed the camcorder on a tripod he had set up on the side of the bed, still with the red light flashing, and came at me. "YOU WANT COCK WHORE," he barked at me, "well first you are going to have to prove you are worthy and suck me off." I got up from the bed so that I had a better angle to suck Marc's cock and stuffed it all the way into my mouth, looking at the camera every so often. I sucked as hard as I could and played with his balls. "That's it boy, you like having your daddy's BIG COCK in your mouth? You like it when muscle men pay your fagot ass attention don't you? Well, you're a good boy and you suck cock very well." "Mmmmppph, arrrhhhhhh, iahahhhhh," is all I could respond. Marc took his cock from my mouth and slapped me on the face with it. "Get on all fours boy and BEG FOR IT!" "PLEASE SIR, I NEED YOUR COCK, I NEED YOUR COCK IN MY PUSSY HOLE SOO BADLY! PLEASE SIR!" My begging must have worked because I soon felt his latex wrapped MONSTER cock fill up my ass. He knew I could take it and worked up a fast and aggressive fuck. I knew we were putting on a show for the camera so we gave it all we had. He shoved his cock hard into my hole and I thrusted my ass back to meet each movement. Before long he was withdrawing his cock and dumping several thick loads on my back. He pulled my neck up and kissed me deeply and passionately on the lips. "I love you boy." Marc got up from the bed and shut off the camera. I had noticed how hott his body was and how hard he remained. I helped Marc turn down the bed and got under the sheets with him. I loved how big and powerful his chest was and loved resting my head on it, especially when it was heaving heavily after an intense round of sex. I knew Marc cared for me and knew this because of his gentle touches and caresses. Like the way he stroked my hair on my head or the way he pulled me into his body so he could spoon me. "I love spending time with you Mical. Yeah, the sex is great, but you're a great kid and a great son. Your father is soo lucky to have you." Once again I thought about the term "son" and how Marc used it. Marc considered me a son, which I loved, but wasn't exactly sure what this meant. I also remember that my father considered Sean to be his "son" which wasn't genetically correct. "How well do you know my father Marc?" "Well, I guess you could say we were fuck buddies. Your father and I used to work out at the same gym and hang at the Manhole together and he used to be a patient of mine. I haven't been with him in a while. Your father is a great guy and I really liked spending time with him. Plus, he has a great body." Marc looked down into my eyes and planted a kiss on my forehead, "although, I would much rather be with his cute son!" I could feel the exhaustion set in and shut my eyes, knowing happily that I was going to bed with the man I loved, or at least one of them. Marc's alarm work us both up at 6:00. I think it was the earliest I had arisen in a while. Marc explained that he needed to head into the office earlier this morning because he had an early appointment and because he wanted me to head home and not be late for school. Marc jumped in the shower and I did not accompany him. I knew that both of us in the shower would slow things down dramatically. Instead I went downstairs and started the coffee pot so he would have some coffee. "Ahhh, what a sweet boy, you made me coffee." Marc grabbed a portable thermos from the cupboard and poured himself some and took a sip, "this is good, you did wonderful Mical," and gave me a kiss. We left the house and drove to his office, stopping at McDonald's and pulling through the drive through so he could buy me some breakfast. As we pulled into the parking lot I noticed that nurse Joseph was just arriving and waved at us. We got out of the car and Marc pinned me to it. "I love you kid and want to see to you. Call me." "Ok Marc," and with that we kissed, fondled and said our goodbyes. I went to my car and pulled away. A few minutes later I was home. As I was entering the front door my mother was on her way out. "Oooh son, I hope you had a nice night at Sean's," and she planted a kiss on my cheek, "son, you don't smell too good, take a shower and get to school, I love you." My mother was an avid volunteer at a local shelter for battered women and abused children and spent her mornings and afternoons helping out. I lowered my head and smelled myself. My mother was right, I smelled of dried cum, sweat and sex. I just hoped she didn't recognize the smell. I went upstairs and noticed that my father was still asleep. I wondered how my father was doing adjusting back to "hetero" life with his wife and my mother. I resisted the urge to jump back into bed. Marc took full advantage of the situation last night and made love to me several times, leaving me with only about 2 or 3 hours of sleep. The jets of hot water from the shower head woke me up a bit and brought me to life. I heard my father enter the bathroom and before I knew it he was peeling back the shower curtain and joining me in the shower. "Gonna join you, I'm running late for work."