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The following story is a work of fiction. It deals with subject matter that some readers may find objectionable. Therefore if sex between two consenting men or scat is offensive to you or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE!
Dr. Mike - Medicine Man - Part 2 by Rim4you
Chapter 1
I left Dr. Mike's office smiling and happy. That was a first. To leave a doctor's office feeling exhilerated. Just before I bounded out of the office, Joey pulled me aside.
"I just thought you'd be interested," Joey said, "in knowing that your specimen checked out okay. How'd things go with Dr. Mike? He treat you alright?"
Joey gave me one of those all knowing kind of looks with a broad smile.
"Everything went just fine." I replied.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that. By the way, I'm Joey."
"I'm Adam. Nice meeting you, Joey."
"The pleasure's all mine, Adam. Believe me."
As we shook hands, Joey slipped a piece of paper into mine. Needless to say I had a good hunch as to what would be written on it.
"See you around?" Joey asked.
"Count on it," I replied.
Outside I unfolded the piece of paper Joey slipped me. Sure enough the note read:
Joey 536-4297 call me
Upon closer examination the white paper seemed to have brownish streaks on it. Not knowing why, I lifted Joey's note to my nose and sniffed. Sure enough. It smelled of asshole. But whose asshole? I smiled and tucked the piece of paper in my shirt pocket.
Chapter 2
Arriving home I plopped down on the sofa and checked my phone messages.
Beep. "Hey Adam. It's Damon. How'd it go at Dr. Mike's? Wanna get together later? Call me."
Beep. "This is to confirm our appointment later this evening. I hope you're following the doctor's orders. See you later."
I smiled and rubbed my crotch. I wondered what he had in mind? As if I didn't know.
Beep. "Your piss tasted so good, man! Dr. Mike and I drank some of it. Delicious. When can I have some more? How'd you like the added spice to my note? Call me."
Hmmm! Things were looking good. Not to mention my cock which I pulled out. I gave serious though to it ... jacking off right then and there. Nah! I'll hang on a little while longer. Don't wanna rush a good thing. But I'd be sure to give Joey a call.
I picked up the phone and returned Damon's call coming up with an excuse as to why I couldn't get together with him. I decided to wait before calling Joey back. I didn't want to seem overly anxious.
I tried to spend the rest of the day occupying my mind with thoughts other than that of cock, asshole, fucking, Dr. Mike and Joey. But that proved to be impossible. I was popping boner after boner all afternoon. And the pressure in my rectum, the need to take a hefty dump was ever increasing. But doctor's orders!
At around 5:30 I just couldn't resist. I needed to relieve some pressure. Ease some tension. I stripped down to my skivvies and stared at the wet spot up front. I'd been leaking cock snot all day long. My dick was throbbing. My balls were aching and my asshole was twitching and straining to contain my ever increasing need to take a shit. I needed to shit real bad! If Dr. Mike didn't wrap things up at the office soon, I'd be doing my own irrigation.
I couldn't shake off the image of Dr. Mike sniffing his finger earlier. The finger he had examined me with. He seemed to derive so much pleasure from it. I figured that if he plowed my ass now, he'd surely get more than he bargained for. Or was that what he was bargaining for?
Thinking that I should prepare for anything, I headed for my bedroom. It wouldn't hurt to bring out the vynyl mattress cover and a few extra towels. As I headed down the hallway I slipped my hand down the back of my briefs. My buttcrack was all sweaty. I slipped a finger in my crack and rubbed my swollen pucker. Oh yeah. Real moist and definitely raunchy I figured. Removing my finger I held it under my nose and took a whiff. It was funky alright. Downright stink ... but arousing.
Sniffing my finger, I prepared the bed and tossed several towels around so they would be in easy reach. Now all I needed was Dr. Mike! Crawling up onto the bed I got down on all fours, my ass up in the air. Wouldn't hurt to practice! I reached under my bed and pulled out my toy bag. I rumaged through it. Oh yeah! Big Jim! My handy companion. What the hell. Perhaps Dr. Mike liked to get dicked too. I tossed the dildo onto the bed. Just then the doorbell rang.
Chapter 3
"How's my patient?" Dr. Mike asked, as I swung open the door.
"Be still my heart. A doctor that makes house calls!"
For some reason, and I could have been imagining it, he looked more provacative than this morning and more alluring then I was usually used to seeing him: a figure zipping past my kitchen window.
His hair was tousled. Hmmm! Perhaps he and Joey had a go at it before he left the office? Nah!
He had on his sweats and from the tell-tale signs on the material it sure looked to me that he had been working out. Circles of sweat stained the material in his armpits and the front of his gray sweatshirt, likewise drenched, clung to his chest. His sweatpants, at the crotch, showed the same evidence. He looked absolutely delicious. In a way he reminded me of Damon but with a more earthy appeal.
"Hope you don't mind that I decided to get in a workout before coming over. I jogged over from the office."
"Why should I mind?"
"So, have you been following doctor's orders?" Dr. Mike said, closing the front door behind him.
"Well, yeah." I said, running my hand over my chest and down over my crotch. "But it hasn't been easy. I was about to call 911."
"You know what they say?" Dr. Mike replied, putting his arms around me and drawing me close, grinding his crotch against mine. "The cure is worse than the disease."
He ran his hands up and down my back before slipping them down the back of my skivvies. I shuddered. He massaged my buns.
"So its gonna get worse before it gets better, huh?"
"Let's just say ..."
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I sighed, as he slid a finger into my sweaty buttcrack and lowering his head, gave me a deep, wet kiss. "If I don't get another treatment soon I'm gonna rupture."
"Well in that case ..." his words trailed off as he ran his lips along my neck.
Geez! This guy was turning me on big time, pushing all the right buttons. As he inched his finger towards my hole, his other roaming hand swirled over my chest before descending down to my crotch. Yanking the front of my briefs down he wrapped his hand around my dick and squeezed.
"I see your temperature has risen, Adam," he whispered, licking my neck.
"Well what do you suggest, doc?" I droaned, heart pounding, knees shaking.
"Relax. Relax." Dr. Mike cooed, sensing my trembling.
"That's what you told me this morning!" I said, sarcastically. "And look what happened."
"Mmmmmm!" Adam moaned. "I remember."
His finger found my asshole. He rubbed my swollen asslips. It felt so good. I love having my asshole played with but if he kept this up much longer I was sure to have an accident on the spot. Maybe that's what he wanted?
Chapter 4
I led Dr. Mike down the hall towards my bedroom. Once inside I sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked my cock as he undressed.
This man was absolutely gorgeous. As he pulled his sweatshirt up over his head I could see, for the first time, that it was matted with a thick carpet of dark hair. With his arm raised over his head as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, he looked at me looking at him and grinned. Bending his head slightly he sniffed his armpit.
"Mmmmmm! Nice and ripe, Adam! I love the way men smell. Don't you?"
"Fuck yeah." I whispered, nodding my head.
"A man's stink is his cologne." Dr. Mike continued, taking deep whiffs of his armpit. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
He ran his hand over his chest. His fingers swirled through the forest of dark hair towards his pit. Reaching it, he rubbed his hand over the obvious wet pit hairs after which he pressed his hand to his face and took in a deep breath. His body shuddered.
This was no twink standing before me getting off on his funk. No way! This was a man. A real man. The kind of man I always dreamed and fantasized about. The kind of man that could make me do anything no matter how disgusting or raunchy it might seem.
With some guys you just go through the motions with. You know, get the job done. Ease the tension. Relieve the pressure. But with this guy I knew things were going to be different. The way he stroked my prostate earlier, nice and slow, bringing me just to the edge and catching me before I tumbled over. Only a man who had crafted his skills and perfected his talents could do that. Such control. Such power. It's what I needed. It's what I wanted. And the fact that he was a doctor? Geez! Wouldn't that make Mom proud!
"Come here, Adam!" His voice was drenched with lust.
I rose from the bed as if in a trance. I was mesmerized with this man and being drawn to him like a magnet.
"Rip off your briefs!" Dr. Mike whispered.
I grabbed the fly opening of my skivvies. With all my strength I yanked it open wide and the material just ripped. The sound of tearing fabric seemed to echo in the room.
"Come here!"
With his finger he pointed to a spot on the floor between his parted legs. Slowly, my eyes locked upon his, my hands still pulling at the torn fabric of my briefs, I approached him and crashed to my knees. I tilted my head back and gazed up at him.
"Smell!" he said, rubbing the hand that had swirled through his armpit over my face.
The moist residue of his sweat and its aroma passed over my face and swirled up my nostrils.
"Funky!" I sighed, breathing heavily.
"I'll give you funky, Adam!"
Dr. Mike took the waistband of his sweatpants in his hands and with one smoothe motion yanked them down to around his muscular thighs. His long, thick cock swung out and up slapping me in the face.
"Smell my cock, Adam! Smell your asshole still ripe on my cock. Its fermented with my sweat. Smell it. Smell my dick!"
I ran my nose up and down the length of the veiny shaft sniffing every inch of it. His cock reeked of crotch sweat and asshole. It had a tart, ripe aroma. The odor of cock and asshole combined. Hell. It was stink but in an erotic sort of way. The kind of stink that seemed to draw out sensuality whereas otherwise it would have smelled repugnant.
"Yeah! Take a deep whiff, Adam. Smell your asshole on my cock! Your sweet asshole!"
"It smells good, doc!" I moaned. "So fucking good ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... your cock ... my asshole ... stink!"
My breaths came in short, raspy gasps as I savored the aroma from his dick. That he had left the residue of my asshole on his cock, not washing it off, only excited me even more. Here was a man after my own heart. A man of stink. A stink man.
"I wanna suck your cock, man!" I sighed. "I wanna taste my asshole on your dick!"
"Suck it, Adam! Suck it! That's your joystick tonight! Taste your stink on my dick!"
I ran my nose along the underside of Dr. Mike's dick. Reaching the swollen, mushroom head which dripped with his cock juice, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. I swirled my tongue around and lapped at his piss slit. The tangy flavor of sweaty cock, of pre-cum, of asshole filled my mouth.
"Yeah! Suck my stink dick, Adam! Suck it! Taste the stink! Manstink! Yours and mine."
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I groaned, my head bobbing up and down his juicy, tangy shaft, drooling and slurping hungrily. "Tastes so fucking good, doc!"
Dr. Mike rocked his hips back and forth. His sighs of satisfaction told me that I was pleasuring him as he was me. As he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth he ran his hands over his ass. I could hear that familiar sound of flesh contacting flesh, skin to skin. I knew that before this night was over my lips would be where his hands were now. Patience! I kept telling myself.
As I continued slurping and sucking on cock, a riper, stronger aroma swirled up my nose. A heady scent. A stink I recognized so well. A stink that made my cock throb and my balls ache.
"Fucking stinks, dosen't it?" Dr. Mike whispered, huskily, passing a finger under my nose. "Got it nice and dirty for you, Adam."
"Aw shit!" I gasped, rubbing my nose on his finger and taking deep whiffs. "Fucking dirty butthole, doc!"
"That's right, Adam! That's dirty shithole your sniffing. My shithole! Got some nice residue on my finger for you!"
I groaned with animal lust as Dr. Mike rubbed his private stink over my flaring nostrils.
"Fucking turning me on big time, Adam! Watching you get off on my stink. Smell it good, man. There's plenty more stink where that came from. Bet your packed too, huh?"
"Yes! Yes!" I gasped, impaling my nose onto his ripe digit, feeling his finger churning up my nose. "My ass is full of shit, doc!"
"Oh yeah! Packing some buttfudge for me, Adam?" Dr. Mike moaned, gently twisting his finger up my nostril. "Yeah! Get that stink up there nice and deep. You like my manstink, don't you?"
"Fuck yes!" I sighed. "It's what I live for. Fucking manstink!"
"Oh, I knew you were a pig."
"How's that?" I asked, snorting his stink and drooling on his cock.
"You enjoyed having my finger up your ass during your rectal exam this morning. And then when I pulled my finger out and saw ..."
"Shit!" I gasped. "You saw shit!"
"Yeah. Stinking shit on my finger. Your shit, Adam. I knew. You see. Most guys getting a physical always make sure their shitters are squeaky clean."
"Fucking twinks!" I sighed.
"Hey. I've fingered some hot, twink hole in my time."
"I bet you have!"
"Like I was saying. Most guys are clean. But when a man turns up an asshole like you did this morning, Adam, and I find buttfudge, that's ..."
"A pig! A fucking dirty pig!" I moaned.
"Oh yeah!" Dr. Mike responded. "A fucking stink pig!"
"Like Joey?" I asked.
Dr. Mike smiled. Looking down at me he pursed his lips then drew back his head and hocked a wad of spit onto my face. It splattered on my forehead and ran into my eyes and onto my cheeks.
"Just like Joey. Now I can have double the pleasure!"
Reaching down he smeared his spittle over my face.
"How's that asshole of yours, pig?"
"It's packed, doc! Dirty and stink! I gotta shit real bad."
"How bad, Adam?"
"Fuck! I'm about to explode I gotta dump so bad but you told me not to."
"Good boy!" Dr. Mike said, running his fingers through my hair. "How old are you, Adam?"
"Huh?"
"How old are you?"
He hocked another wad of spit onto my face and rubbed it around. I moaned.
"I'm twenty-two, doc."
"Just like Joey." Dr. Mike replied. "He's twenty-two also and ..."
"And?" I asked, turned on and frustrated at the same time.
"So is Damon."
"Damon? You know Damon?"
"I've know Damon since he was fifteen. He's one nasty pig!" Dr. Mike replied, grabbing the back of my head and buckng his cock into my mouth.
I couldn't believe it. Damon? My best friend? A pig? A man of stink? Nah! Not that I had known Damon forever. Just since I was eighteen. Flashbacks of all the nights I had beat off to fantasies of Damon flooded my mind as Dr. Mike fucked my face. Geez! Damon? He was porking some chick. At least that's what he led me to believe. Was the supposed chick Dr. Mike? Damon referred to her as 'Michaella.' Mike? Michael? Michaella?
Why would my best friend keep this from me? Why did I keep what I felt for Damon from him? Was it that we were both in the same boat? Brother pigs hiding a deep, dark secret? And that it was Dr. Mike who discovered our inner needs and was acting upon it because it was also his need too?
All these years of aching cock for my buddy! Stealing glances of him in the lockeroom at the fitness center. Lusting for his ass whenever he sauntered, naked into the showers ahead of me. Always looking. Always craving. Hell. I had even stooped so low as to swipe one of Damon's stinking socks from his gym bag so I could sniff his stink while I beat off. Now hearing all this from Dr. Mike!
Anger. Lust and hurt swelled up within me. I knew it wasn't justified. I couldn't blame Damon for keeping his darkest secrets to himself. Didn't I do the same thing? Maybe that's why he referred me to Dr. Mike? Yeah! That's it. Why else did Damon leave a message on my answering machine asking me how things went at the doctor's office? He knew that Dr. Mike would be able to draw things out, no pun intended, that would bring Damon and I together. What Damon and I couldn't say to one another, reveal to one another was being channeled through Dr. Mike.
The initial anger and hurt dissipated. I clamped my mouth around Dr. Mike's cock and sucked furiously while his stink filled my head. I'd settle the score with Damon later. For now ... Ah yes! Now I'd kick back and feast on Dr. Mike.
Chapter 5
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" I moaned. "Fucking stink dick, man! I love it. I need it. I want it up my ass, doc! Up my stinking, dirty ass!"
"You like sucking that dick?"
"Fuck! I'm not stupid, doc! I know a good buttplug when I see it! Fuck me! Fuck the shit outta me, man! It hurts. I gotta shit so bad. I need cock up my stinking shithole!"
"Get up on the bed, Adam. Show me your mancunt! Your stinking mancunt!"
I rose to my feet, releasing his cock from my mouth with a relunctant slurp. I wriggled out of my ripped skivvies. Holding it out towards him making sure that the brown skids from where the fabric had been sucking at my asshole faced him, I led him towards my bed.
Tugging his sweatpants off and tossing them unto the floor, he sniffed his way towards the briefs I held in my hand like a lamb being led to the slaughter. He wrapped one hand around his dick and stroked. With the other he curled his fngers around his hairy balls and yanked. All the while inching his way towards me. His breaths short, deep and raspy.
I stared at his fucktool. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen hard between a man's legs. Every vein along his bull cock defined clearly as they branched out towards the bulbous mushroom head that flared and dripped cock snot from his pisshole.
The sound of his hand stroking his dick, that flesh to flesh sound seemed to fill the room as I drew him towards me. That slurping sound of wet cock!
I gazed into his eyes deeply. That glassy look of lust in our eyes betrayed us both. Our inner needs. Our desires. Our yearnings. Our carnal lust seemed to leap from our eyes.
They say that the eyes are the windows of the soul. At that moment of hunger I felt that our eyes were gazing upon the very sewer pit of our debauched, depraved lust/
"Come to me, pig!" I hissed, chant like. "Crawl to me you fucking whore! On your fucking knees!" I hollered, my voice rising, surprising myself at it boldness. Its demanding tone.
"Fuck! Fuck! You slut! Bitch!" Dr. Mike groaned, his voice cracking as he sunk to his knees with a thud and slid his way towards me.
"Lick your way to my dirty asshole, motherfucker!" I bellowed.
As I backed myself onto the bed I dropped my ripped skivvies onto the floor. On my back I slowly drew my legs up towards my chest. My buttcheeks spread revealing my hairy trench and my exposed, vulnerable, swollen, puckering asslips. I moaned as I rubbed a finger over my twitching, moist hole.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" I sighed, as I passed my finger under my nose. "Fucking stinks, doc! Dirty manpussy! Raunchy cunt!"
Lifting my head up, stroking my dripping cock, I glanced down towards Dr. Mike. With head bowed to the hardwood floor I watched as he dragged his tongue along the floor towards the bed and my gaping asshole.
"Filthy cunt!" Dr. Mike groaned, sniffing and licking the droplets of sludge that had oozed from my hole onto the floor as I made my way towards the bed. "Mmmmmm! I can smell and taste your juicy manhole!"
"Fuck! Yeah, man! Left a trail of my stinking asshole for you to follow. My slophole's full 'o shit for you, doc! I'm packing fudge, man! Stinking buttslop for you to fuck outta me! Gotta dump real bad, man! Aw ... fuck ..doc! I'm hurtin'! Geez! Dick me! Fuck me! Fuck me dirty!"
Thrashing my head from side to side I let loose a long, drawn out sigh. Dr. Mike's wet tongue had found my quivering asshole. Clasping my hands behind my knees I drew my legs sharply against my chest, panting heavily.
"Fuck! Fuck!" I hissed, gritting my teeth as his tongue lapped at my swollen asslips. "Dick me, doc! Cock my motherfucking cunt!"
"Fucking stink pussy, Adam! Sloppy manhole!" Dr. Mike gasped, burying his face in my buttcrack. I could feel his gotee scraping along my sensitive trench sending shivers up and down my spine and tickling at the same time. I laughed and moaned with pleasure grinding my ass onto his face.
"Fuck me, man!" I hollered. "I need your big cock up my dirty ass! Dick me, doc! Please!"
With brown drool dripping from the corners of his mouth, Dr. Mike heaved his body up onto the bed. Kneeling between my outstreatched legs he took his mammoth tool and rubbed it against my asshole.
"Wanna get pig fucked, don't you slut?" he yelled.
"Yes!" I hollered, clawing at the mattress. "I can't hold it any longer, man! I'm gonna ..."
"Oh yeah! Fuck! Shit! Shit! Fucking shit!" Dr. Mike screamed, as he slammed his hips forward sending his cock, in one swift motion, past my flaring asslips deep into my dirty cunt.
The shocking invasion. The swift rape of my hole convulsed me. A searing pain ripped and rumbled in my bowels. A pain that gave way to pleasure and relief. Huffing and panting, I relaxed my ass muscles. In doing so the pressure valve, like the cap of a steaming volcano was released.
"Fucking pig!" Dr. Mike roared, slamming his face against one of my upturned feet and sucking my sweaty toes within his mouth, as his pistoning cock ripped my asshole wide and it farted its gooey, stinking contents out splattering on him and the vynyl covered mattress beneath us, sending a rush of pungent stench up our nostrils.
"Dick the shit outta me, doc!" I hollered, sending my reeking, up until then, blockage, spewing out of my cocked hole splattering everywhere. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I yelled, drawing Dr. Mike's lips to mine. "Fuck me dirty, man! Fuck me stink!"
The putrid stench was overpowering. The more Dr. Mike dicked my aching hole, the more I spewed its reeking contents. A pasty, stinkng goo, like bubbling mud, farted out of my cocked hole. The sludge churned and spat out of my hole, over my balls and spread out over my bucking asscheeks. It felt so warm. It felt so nasty.
"Give it to me, Adam!" Dr. Mike moaned, pumping his didck in and out of my asshole. "Give me your shit! Your stinking filth!"
"Aaarrrggghhh!" I groaned, "Fuck! Bitch! You motherfucking son-of-a-bitch!"
My manpussy spewed its raunch. At the same time cock plugged my hole. It felt wonderful. It smelled wonderful. Two pigs wallowing, fucking in the mire of ass sludge.
The phone rang. I jerked my head up only to have it slammed back onto the mattress by Dr. Mike. His lips hungrily kissing mine.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" he groaned, his tongue probing my mouth deep.
The answering machine clicked on. I turned my head towards the direction of the voice.
Beep. "I want you, Adam! The way he wants you. I want you to want me the way he wants you!"
I recognized the voice. At least I thought I did.
"So he wants your shitty hole too?"
I rocked with pleasure and delight. I looked past my nightstand where the phone was. Beyond it towards the window where I could see the sihlouette of a man pressing a cell phone to his ear.
"Mmmmmm! Fuck me!" I cried, swirling my tongue deep within Dr. Mike's mouth and releasing from my asshole another geyser of steamy, stinky shit. "Just fuck my dirty hole!"
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