From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: Tucumcari Doc
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 07:35:30 GMT

                             Tucumcari Doc

It had been a long drive. The white lines were starting to dull my
senses. I needed rest and would soon have it. Tucumcari was only twenty
more miles. Suddenly the car started to swerve. I fought for control and
got the old heap over to the side of the road. I jumped out and stood
back looking at my car. I had a flat tire. It didn't blow out, or I would
have heard it. I guess the old tires are just giving up. I opened the
trunk and got out the spare. Hah, the spare wasn't much better than the
flat. Changing the tire, I was cursing myself for not getting a new set
before the trip. As I was letting the car down, the jack slipped and the
handle crunched down on my left hand. Pain shot through my entire body. I
knew that I was hurt. It wasn't just a bruise that would develop. Holding
my hand to my side to give it support, I grabbed the jack, threw it in
the car and headed off to find a hospital emergency room. The pain was
intense. I MUST have broken something. About five miles down the road I
spotted a small clinic. It was after two in the morning and I had little
hope that it was open. There was a small foreign sportscar parked at the
side of the building, so I pulled in anyway. I was in luck. The sign on
the door said "In Case Of Emergency-Press Red Button". I pressed it.
After what seemed like an eternity, I pressed it again. Finally I heard
some stir rings from within. The door swung open to reveal a youngish
looking man, probably in his late twenties, sleepy-eyed.

"What's the problem?" he asked, yawning and opening the door wider to
admit me.

"I think I broke my fuckin' hand when I was changing a flat," I retorted,
somewhat angrily. He seemed to become more awake as he motioned me to
follow. He led me into a small examination room and pointed to a chair.

"Sit down," he yawned, "Let's have a look."

I sat in the chair and he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Taking a chair
next to me, he gently took my hand in his and looked it over.

"You got some swelling here," he said. I could have told him that!

"I think I broke it," I repeated, as he turned my hand over and gently
probed and squeezed.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, looking at the bruise that was developing.

"Shit YES!"

"Doesn't look like a break, what happened?" I told him how the jack
handle had struck my hand.

"Well, I can't tell much without an X-ray," he said. I noted a little
sympathy in his voice. "Come with me. We've got a small X-ray machine in
the back. We'll get a picture of this hand."

I followed him. Now that I had someone to complain to, I started to take
a little more notice of where I was. I suddenly realized that this guy
wasn't bad-looking in the least. In fact, he was really pretty hot. I
asked him about the clinic.

"My father started this little clinic a long time ago, to help the
indians get proper medical care. After I graduated from medical school, I
came here to practice. My mother, she's a nurse, my father and I share
the practice. A doctor from the reservation helps out, too." He guided me
to a seat next to the machine and placed my hand on the table. Moving the
machine over my hand, he continued. "We try to keep the clinic open 24
hours. It's my turn on the night shift. You live around here?"

I told him that I was from Arkansas and I was enroute to Tucumcari to
take a job. I started to pay more attention to him. He was about 5'10"
tall with a fair complexion, sandy-blond hair and beautiful hazel eyes.
He was dressed in a white shirt and blue-jeans. I noticed that he wasn't
wearing a wedding ring. This guy was hot-looking. His hair was hanging
down into his eyes and it gave him a little boy look. He caught me
looking at him and he smiled. A smile that would melt the hardest heart.
I sheepishly looked away.

"This won't take but a second, Don't move a muscle," he said, as he
slipped some shielding on me. He stepped back behind his shield and in
moments he had finished. "Let's go back up front," he smiled, leading the
way. I watched his buns as he walked in front of me. Tightly held in the
confines of his jeans, they were a sight for sore, tired eyes. I felt a
tingling down in my crotch.

I entered the small examining room and sat down in the same chair while
this handsome doctor went about the business of developing the X-rays. He
entered a few minutes later and told me that I was very lucky. I had no
broken bones, but I'd have a sore hand for quite a while. He said that
the swelling would go down in a day or so. A part of me, other than my
hand was starting to swell as I looked upon this extremely handsome man.
Not wanting to leave, I asked, "Do you always pull the night shift
alone?"

"Yeah," he answered, "we don't really get many calls at night, but Dad
wants the clinic to be open if the need arises."
My need was arising, but not for more medical care. He continued, "We
keep a cot in the rear of the clinic for whoever is on the night shift."
He laughed and said, "You woke me out of a good dream."

I apologized and frantically searched for any excuse to keep up my
contact with him. I told him, "I've been sitting for so long in the car,
I swear my butt is going to have button imprints from the seat covers.
My lower back aches so much that I guess I'll have to see a chiropractor
when I get settled in Tucumcari."

I heard a flicker of interest when he said, "Well now, let's take a look
at your lower back. We might as well cover all the bases, now that you're
here and I'm already out of bed. Why don't you slip those pants off and
lay down on your stomach, over there on the table?"

My balls gave a lurch as I stood to comply. The young doctor had turned
to the chart he had been making on me, to make another entry. I quickly
stripped from the waist and lay down on the paper sheet on the examining
table.

"As he approached, he said, "We may as well get to know each other, since
we are going to be this intimate, my name is Dr. Broton. Folks around
here call me Jon, what's your name. I'll need it for the records anyway.
I told him that my name was Ben as he bent forward and place his hands on
the small of my back. My cock began to grow and I was glad that I was
laying face down on the table.

"You have some real good muscle tone, Ben." His hands were starting to
massage my back. "Why don't you slip that shirt off and I'll just check
your spine while I'm at it?. I'll be right back, then we can get on with
the examination, OK.?"

"You're the boss, Jon," I answered as I rose slightly to remove my shirt.
I hadn't been wearing any underwear and I was now laying buck naked on
the table. I relaxed as I waited for him to return. When he did, I
noticed that he had put on one of those coats that doctors wear, you
know, the kind that go down to your knees. What I didn't notice, at the
time, was that his legs were bare underneath the smock.

"OK., Ben....now let's see about that back of yours," he said when he
returned. He began again to massage my back. Soon I was starting to moan
a little, from all the pleasure that his hands were giving me.

"You have a nice body, Ben. You seem to keep it in good shape."

I thanked him, and surprising even myself, I said, "Your hands are really
good, Jon.....so good that I'm getting a little turned on." I turned my
head so that I could look at him. He was standing a little back from the
edge of the table. I saw then that he didn't have his pants on under the
smock. I also noticed that he had an erection, and it was sticking out
from between the buttons of the smock. I could just see the head of his
cock. It was just poking itself out from the fabric as if it were
surveying the situation.

"I guess I do have a little magic touch in my fingertips, Ben. I'm glad
to feel so good and I mean that YOU DO feel good."

I answered by pushing my butt a little further into the air. His hands
slipped down to my buttocks and they massaged the cheeks of my ass. His
fingers slipped into the crack of my ass and his index finger found the
hidden treasure. I couldn't help but let out a groan. I thrust my butt
back against his finger as I watched his cock leap to attention. My hand,
the good one, reached over towards his turgid tool and gently grasped it.
Jon seemed to hesitate a bit and then started to fuck my encircling
fingers, giving out little moans himself. After a few minutes of my
jacking his cock and he finger-fucking my asshole, I moved to sit up on
the table. Jon was standing thee in front of me. His seven incher still
sticking out from between the folds of his smock. I smiled and reached up
to unbutton the smock. I slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the
floor. Now Jon was just as naked as I. I reached out my hand and felt of
his strong chest. I let my hand rove over his torso, moving from one
nipple to the other, gently squeezing. Through the downy hair that
adorned his chest. I glanced down at his crotch and took in the glorious
sight of his manhood. Seven inches of cut meat, just standing there
throbbing. I could tell his blood pressure was up as I watched it throb.
Well hell, my blood pressure was up, too. My 6 incher was throbbing just
about as much.

Jon reached down to hold my hooded meat. He skinned the hood back to
reveal a slightly purple head, with a drop of pre- cum adorning the tip.
His finger moved over the top of my cock, wiping the head. My body
shuddered and my penis gave an involun tary leap.

Jon whispered, "Let's go into the back...we can be more comfortable
there." He led me to the bed in the room at the rear of the clinic. I
watched his tight ass as he walked in front of me. Reaching out I cupped
his asscheek with my hand and heard him groan.

Entering the room, he crossed to the bed and lay down. Watching me cross
the room to him, he jacked his cock and pulled on his balls. I stood over
him, my cock dripping pre-cum. He lay there jacking on his rock hard
bone, just watching me.

"You have such a beautiful fucking body, Ben. I love the way you chest
hair makes your pecs stand out. You hair is so dark and so soft. I like
the feel of your hairy ass. Please come over here and sit on my face,
Ben, ......please.

Not being one to inflict pain on another human being, I moved to the bed
and crawled up Jon's body, letting my drooling cock slide across his
crotch, stomach, chest, and finally his face as I took up a position
directly over his face. I started to lower my ass to his face when he
thrust his face up to meet my descending asshole. He hit the target with
the tip of his tongue. A hard tongue. It slipped right into my asshole. I
let out suck a moan and almost shot off right then! I felt his tong ue
start to fuck my ass. My cock was bobbing up and down in time to his
tongue thrusts. I lowered myself completely onto him and let his tongue
sip even further inside of me. I felt his hands fumble for my cock. To
make things easier, I turned myself around so that I was facing his
pulsating meat. Reaching down with my hand, I grabbed hold of his faucet
and started to milk it.

On his nightstand, I noticed a stethoscope. Reaching for it, I slipped it
on and warmed the end. I placed it on his cock and could imagine hearing
the blood rushing through his cock. It was probably just the blood
rushing through my ears that I heard, but it was a real rush. Jon head
was thrusting up and back as his tongue probed my inner sanctum. If I
didn't do something real quick, I was going to spray my cum all over the
place. I shifted my body so that his tongue was not coating my balls and
cock with his saliva. bending forward, I took his bloated cock between my
lips and pushed my face all the way down to the base. I could hear Jon
moaning as I ran my hot mouth up and down is swollen tool. Jon's hands
were roaming all over my body. First to my ass, where he inserted a
finger, then two. I pushed back to accept them. Then his hands went to my
nipples and his fin gertips played with them for a while. Forgetting what
pain I had in my left hand, I grabbed his balls and my right hand sought
out his ass, which was lifting off the bed. My fingers ran up and down
his smooth ass-crack, stopping once ever other time to probe his asshole.
We rolled over on the bed and I found myself on the bottom, with Jon's
ass pushing up to meet my fingers.

We were both on an irreversible path to a tremendous eruption. I felt Jon
stiffen up, his cock growing very large in my mouth. He still had his
lips locked around my cock as he screamed in release. The vibration of
the scream set me off. My cock plunged deep into his throat as we both
shot at the same time. Jon bucked and lurched and shook as he drank all
that I had to offer. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat as he
pumped a voluminous amount down into my stomach.

We both broke contact at the same moment. Each of us laying back on the
bed, breathing hard. I watched Jon as his cock, still hard, bounced up
and down to the beat of his heart.

"God...it's been such a long time," he said. "Not since medical school."

"It's been a long trip and I sure needed this," I said, as I reached over
to pull him over on top of me. I looked up into his eyes and our lips
parted to taste each other cum-soaked mouths.

"OH MY GOD!" he exclaimed, "Your hand.....oh my God! I forgot!

"Don't worry about it, Jon. It really doesn't hurt so much anymore.
Besides.... I got something else that needs tending, even more than my
hand!" I said as I rolled off of him onto my stomach. "You still haven't
gone down," I said, indicating his still tumescent man-meat. "I want you
to fuck the daylights out of me right now."

He smiled and turned to me saying, "And after that we can continue with
the examination......I seem to feel a burning sensation around my anal
area....perhaps I could get YOU to help me take care of it?"

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                         Jerry Gaither

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