Doctors' orders

 The Doctor will see you now, said the receptionist. I had known Doreen all my life, but she still treated me as if I had just landed from another planet.

I was expecting to see my old doctor. I knocked on the door and heard a soft accented voice asking me in.

It was not Doctor Patterson. This apparently was the locum.

The new doctor got up and shook my hand and remarked about my height. He was not particularly tall himself, but he was a good looking man that was certain, with a thick head of dark hair flecked with premature grey. He might have been thirty. He had a full black beard – and the longest lashes I had ever seen on a medical man. His eyes were pale blue.

Yes, he said, I’m filling in for Doctor Patterson while he is poorly, and as you will have guessed I originate in Ireland. Now what can I help you with? Surely you’re not poorly a fine lad like yourself?

I swallowed, then explained I had a lump in my groin and that it had been there for a while. I was only there because Annette had insisted I come along. She had been watching health programmes on TV.

Och well, he said, I’m sure it is nothing, let’s get those trousers off and have a look at you.

I was wearing joggers so they were off easily enough and down to my ankles. I had come from training so was wearing some loose boxers and under them my usual training jock.

Lord, what a lot of ginger hair, said the Doctor as I pulled down my bottoms. You’re quite the bear cub are n’t you, and you only, what is it, 19?

18, I said, and he repeated that, my, my, only 18, quite the athlete too, look at those muscley thighs on you. What sort of sport?

Swimming.

Swimming is it then? And not waxing? You must be a rare furry swimmer then. My, my, bet the girls like you in your speedos don’t they? Show me then where you think the problem is, and while you are at it, why not spread those big hairy knees a bit wider so I can have access and get down to business.

I did as I was asked, Drawing back the boxers so I could point at the lump.

You know it might be easier if you slipped those off, what with the boxers and the manly hair and whatever. Have you anything underneath or should I avert my eyes? No need to be shy though, I’ve seen a lot of that stuff. Men’s stuff you know.

I slipped the boxers down past my knees, so it was just the jock.

Ah, that will be an athletic support then, he said, and you being an athlete of course. Looks like it is doing a good job of supporting you my lad. I bet you don’t want any of that precious equipment slapping around all over the place while you’re playing rugby do you? I was a rugby player myself you know.

The lump was in the dense fair hair in my groin, very close to where my testicles were sitting in their cotton support.

May I, he asked, and his gloved fingers began to explore. His wrists were very hairy, covered in dark curls. His white sleeve rode up too and I saw how his forearm was dark with hair too.

He pressed and squeezed and rubbed, and suggested the dimensions of the lump.

My, my, he said, it looks pretty diminutive alongside its neighbours, do n’t you think. Now if it was as big as them then that would be a worry.

I felt his fingers on my balls for a moment, a light touch.

Fine specimens those, he said, doing their job no doubt. Proper pair of Jaffas. But back to this little bugger … his finger began to stroke it … hidden away down there, you know I think it is nothing more than a heat reaction, some sweat dammed up. It should deflate soon enough.  Not the clap anyway if that is what you were worrying about.

He rubbed it again slowly.

It does not feel like anything we should worry about. It might swell up and burst you know but that should be end of it. A bit of a swelling and a mess in your groin, that’s all. You’ll be used to that anyway.

His finger strayed a bit and returned to my balls.

How do these athletic things work? Backless are they, bare arsed to the world?

I nodded and felt his finger moved down to where the cloth ended and the path to my arse hole began.

This is a hairy little road he said and stroked it.

Anything else I need to check in the man area while I am down here, he asked. Everything working as it should? Girlfriends satisfied?

He chuckled. I swallowed and made some sort of noise.

Well, am telling you, if they are not satisfied with that prime bit of Scottish beef, then they are ruddy daft.

He was running a finger along the line between my balls and my arse. He would be feeling the blood responding to his touch now. I was aware of a swelling in my jock. The dirty beggar.

He coughed.

So, Luke when did you last eject sperm? Last night, this morning even? No need to be shy, this is a medical appointment after all.

I swallowed.

Last night.

Last night Doctor, he prompted.

Last night Doctor.

OK, he said, why not come and see me next week, and hold off on the self-abuse beforehand shall we? 48 hours maybe. Can you manage that?

Yes Doctor.

And if the girlfriend objects, just tell her it is Doctor’s orders. Right?

Yes Doctor.

I went home and wanked myself off quickly and efficiently. Annette texted and said she was expecting me and where was I and I cried off, telling her I’d been to the Doctor and he had told me I was not to exert myself.

She rang back.

At the other end of the phone Annette swore then laughed. No Luke for me tonight then. Poor baby, she said.

Did she mean me or herself I wondered.

Before the next appointment I bumped into him on Sunday afternoon down by the sea with his family. Annette was clinging on to me too.

His wife was a good looking woman, dark like him, and he was pushing the baby chair, and there were at least another three little kids as well, the fruit of his loins. All different shades of dark and different ranges of curls blown in the breeze.

He called me by name and introduced his wife and ran down the names of the children, all good Irish names it sounded like.

I introduced Annette. And he remarked that so she was the lucky lady, his eyes twinkling.

Who the heck was that, asked Annette, though she knew well enough. I’ve never seen a doctor as fit as that, and what a voice. I would n’t mind letting him examine me. Fertile too by the looks of it.

I told Annette I did not think he was anything special, but the wife was an attractive woman.

She told me I knew fuck all about attractive men. Did you see that hair on his chest? Ruddy gorilla.

We went back to her flat and had sex on the living room rug with most of our clothes on.

What’s got into you, she asked, as I fucked her a bit more energetically than usual.

Not that I am complaining, she added. Go and make us a cuppa will you sweetheart?

I reported for my second appointment. Doreen the receptionist looked at me as if she could see my underpants.

Right Luke my lad, Doctor O’Sullivan said. Drop them will you and let’s have a look.

I was clearly ready for whatever he had in mind, no hiding my hard dick. He ran his fingers up and down the length of me. I could see the curls of hair above his knuckles.

Mm, he murmured, looks healthy. And I think I spy a leak don’t you know. Are you fancying ejecting some more, right this minute?

He checked the watch on his hairy wrist.

I’ve got old Mrs Fanny Adams due in about 8 minutes, but sure it won’t take us that long will it? Now how does this thing work?

He pulled the jock elastic aside so my cock was set free and swung out and up.

Jeez, he said, that’s an impressive one, lad, and yes, am I spying more than a wee drip o pre-cum on that big young knob? Let me have a taste to confirm the diagnosis will ya?

He bent down and took my cock-head in his mouth. His dark curls were now brushing on my bare abdomen. With a spare hand he reached up under my T and flicked a nipple.

Och you will grow more hair there soon, lad. Bit o stiffness, there too. Are ye getting excited, Luke? Or is that a daft question?

Yes Doctor, I said, but there was no reply from him as his mouth was wrapped around my cock. The sounds coming out of him were not words.

He was fair going at my hard-on and I knew it would be over pretty soon if he kept on like that.

He lifted his head off me and licked his lips.

Give an old man a hand will ye, he said, I’ve got a cock like an iron girder on myself and no free hands.

I touched the front of his khaki corduroys and felt the very iron girder he had just mentioned. It was an easy zip even with the one hand and I soon had it out in the open, the great big purple knob of him, and a majestic prick with a curve in it. I reckoned he wanted to be wanked off, just like I wanted to be sucked and licked to fuck. I set to it vigorously and he made noises which coming through the saliva and the pre-cum sounded like they were appreciative.

There were a few moments where he licked my balls and then got a bit clever with his tongue all the way to the top of my shaft. There was a stream Dripping now.

Oh Jesus sweet Jesus, I said, sorry Doctor. I am gonna …

I shot into his mouth. And down his throat I believe. A lot.

He gulped and groaned.

Not to worry he said, rising off my knob, and licking his lips. All swallowed down, like a mug of honey. Now how about seeing to me, not much time left, he added.

I grabbed his cock and he told me to take care of his precious property. He did not want it broken.

He did not take long either once I had got used to the curve. I got a good grip and he grinned at me.

You like that don’t you Luke, he breathed.

Here we go!

 

He gushed in three straight thick lines on to my thighs and his spunk clogged up the hairs there quite neatly. It was all on me or on the easy wipe clean couch between my thighs.

He handed me a Kleenex.

Here you go Luke, he said, tucking his prick away like a pro and zipping himself up. Just having a quick look at the lino – no, I seem to have kept the mess to yourself. Good aim today. And what a sticky picture it makes.

I had to ask for the Kleenex box, and then his gloved hand took the sodden clumps off me and Dropped them into the bin, followed by his gloves.

Now Luke, run along now, Mrs Fanny is waiting, but why not pop back in a week, make an appointment with Doreen as you go out, and I will do another check. Try and hold off from the masturbation for a good 48 hours will you? More for me to swallow you know? I like a good swallow.

He took some mouth wash from the shelf and he spat into the sink. And winked at me as he checked his zip.

I made another appointment as directed, and held off the wanking for a good two days, though that nearly killed me as the very thought of the Doctor sucking me was enough to give me a very hard hard-on indeed. I even dreamed about him a couple of nights that week but woke up before we had sex. For some reason we were eating rice pudding in a restaurant. And he was in his string vest.

 

Ah it is yourself, said Doctor O’Sullivan when I arrived at his office door for my next appointment. How’s the old groin doing? Get those off and we’ll have a good look at you.

I did as I was told. I had bought new jocks, a little tighter than usual, so that even if I had not been just a bit aroused, the size and shape of my prick and balls would have been obvious.

My, my, said the Doctor, what a fine boy you are. Have you grown since last week?

He was rubbing himself already through his green cords.

Jeez, just the look of you is making me hard.

He opened up his white coat then his shirt was unbuttoned and underneath he had one of those string vests my Grandad used to have. It looked pretty odd as the Doctor’s chest and stomach was so hairy and all the dark brown hairy curls were popping out of the gaps between the string. His nipples were pink though and sticking out in the gaps too.

He pushed up the bottom of the vest so that his cock was lying on his hairy stomach rather than the vest. Or rather it was sticking up over it.

I think I may have to give you an internal examination my lad today, would you be up for that?

I did not quite say yes but I suppose I did not protest.

He reached towards a very large plastic bottle of gunge and squirted a lot of it over his fingers and then a heck of a lot of it around and inside my arse hole. Jeez, it was cold, while his fingers were warm.

He collected a condom from the pocket of his cords and in a trice it was down his hard cock, like a big bursting high meat content sausage.

OK Luke, on your back is that OK? Spread your legs for the Doctor if you please.

He opened a drawer in his desk, retrieved a little glass bottle, stuck it under my nostrils and instructed me to sniff hard, before he did the same himself. I knew it was poppers. Gay guys used it to make ass fucking easier. I knew what and who was cumming next.

My head buzzed, so did my knob.

Easy does it, he said, and fuck, so much for that, he was inside me, taking no hostages, like a red hot poker or two more like.

Do ya like it Luke, he asked. But I could barely blurt out an answer.

The Doctor’s fucking was very efficient, very forceful, very quick. He was clearly a man on a mission.

I was trying to keep up with my own wanking, till he took over. Clearly he could both fuck me and wank me at the same time, no problem.

I came first. Two big streaks just about hit my chin, a third only made it to my belly button, which it filled up.

Ya fuckin wee bastard, he shouted out.

Fuck he nearly pushed me through the fuckin couch. I wondered what kinda drugs he was on. He must have been a right bugger on the rugby field. Anyway, he fuckin came, like an armoured tank, up my arse. I yowled and he told me to fuckin shut up.

He continued to swear colourfully and extensively though fairly quietly as he got over his climax and after a bit of shuddering and shaking and more swearing, he pulled out (ouch again) and showed off a still very hard cock with a balloon full of Doctor spunk at the tip. It looked almost industrial, as if it had come from a laboratory.

Then he was all smiles.

Good work, Luke.

He pulled off the rubber with some difficulty, stuck it in a plastic bag, and handed it over to me.

Dispose as you see fit my boy. Keep it if you like, and he winked.

I pulled down my best tee to soak up all the spunk on my front.

Same time next week, I asked.

Same time next week, he repeated.

 

That Saturday Annette decided she would like to go out to the pub, not just for a Drink, but for proper steak and chips. She said she needed the iron. She had been a vegan when I met her, but things had changed all round. For both of us.

It was a rugby night on the big screen in the bar and the place was busy. A hand waved at me from the corner.

God, it is that sexy doctor, said Annette. What is he called again? Murphy?

He came up to me at the bar and shook my hand, explaining that his chums from home had come down to watch the match. He gestured towards the three or four almost identical men watching the TV. They all looked as if they had come out of the same box, all of them bearded men with big shoulders and chests, two dark plus one of them with a red beard. There were a lot of glasses on the table. As in Guinness, not specs.

Come and join us after you’ve eaten Luke, and bring your lovely fiancée along too - she will keep the talk clean and polite.

I could shag that one said Annette when we got to our table. Did you see the eyes on him? And that accent.

Left the wife at home to look after the ten kids, while he gets hammered with the lads, I remarked.

Has he got ten kids, exclaimed Annette, he must do a lot of hammering at home then, before she started concentrating on the starters menu.

We had our dinner, Annette told me off for asking for my steak to be well done, and regularly I was distracted to see the Doctor or one of his pals passing on the way to the Gents. Doctor O’Sullivan always winked. While Annette was choosing dessert, he wove through the tables and came over to us.

Come and join us if you like, he repeated. My pals want to meet some locals, and Ireland’s been fucking thrashed so we need some cheering up.

Annette said she was having an early night thanks, but that I could come along right enough, she’d let me have some fun without her. He smiled down at her.

You’re a real find, Annette, he said.

After the salted caramel mousse was finished we went over to the Doctor’s table but Annette just shook hands with them all, doctors every one, and took a couple of Irish kisses on the cheek and said she would be off. They were called Rory and Brendan and Declan and Dom, that being Doctor O’Sullivan.

Call me Dom will ya, he said, we’re out of the surgery now.

I kissed Annette myself and she was away, insisting she could manage five minutes home without an escort, and everybody should keep sitting. I squeezed in next to Dom and could feel his hot body close up to me, a bit sweaty and smelling of cigarettes.

There was a lot of drinking and I assumed there had been a lot of drinking already. They were up and down to the Gents all the time, and belching, and telling jokes and stories and beginning to throw arms around shoulders and rub big hands on knees. I had a feeling they would be singing soon. Each of them had a gold ring on their wedding finger.

I paid for not one drink and soon I had caught up and was as pished as they were, or nearly.

Come out for a fag will ye, Luke my boy, said Dom, and we stood out the back and the good Dr smoked a cigarette and offered me one from the almost empty packet too. He was good at eye contact. Those pale eyes with their dark fringe of lashes.

Luke lad, the boys like you. Declan says you should join us for a party upstairs. They’ve got a family room can you believe it, those big fat hairy buggers, the three of them, and a mighty stash of alcohol under the bed. Are you in the mood for a party?

Och, I really should get back to Annette’s you know. It is Saturday night and that’s …

Saturday night’s a shaggin night, is that it? He laughed.

Well, Luke why not go home now, shag your sweetheart good and proper like there’s no tomorrow, and then sneak back here, the night is young, and the boys are up for a long yin. Does that sound like a fuckin plan?

That sounds like a fuckin plan, I replied.

Good lad, he said, and dropping his fag into the gutter of the dark alley, he kissed me on the mouth and stuck his hand down my tummy and under my belt and into my briefs and squeezed my cock, which responded promptly.

Good man Luke, he said, I told Brendan you would be up for it. Not a disappointing bone in that boy’s body I told him.

Annette was a bit surprised to see me. She had taken off her lashes and was watching TV in bed, something with Jennifer Aniston.

How was the hot doc then, she asked.

Hot, I replied. I mean sweaty. I pretended to sniff my armpits and she laughed.

I drank some water and counted the minutes till the end of the episode. Then I initiated the sex, which was short and cheerful and successful.

What’s got into you Luke, she laughed, now a bit drowsy.

Four pints of Guinness I said, that’s what’s got into me.

Charming, she laughed.

I went off to the bathroom to freshen up and wash and when I got back the light was off and if not snoring Annette was certainly well on the way. I did not feel too guilty in lightly kissing her on the forehead and pulling the door behind me gently.

The pub was business as usual. The four Irishmen were red-faced and beginning to sing. Last orders was coming up soon. I squeezed in next to Dom again. He seemed to have got bigger somehow and his speech was beginning to slur. He slapped a hairy hand on my knee and left it there.

Ah here we are boys, Young Lochinvar has returned. The party can commence.

And they all toasted me, and I looked around at the four sets of twinkling blue (maybe one set of green, the red beard) eyes and tried to remember what the names were that I had known earlier in the evening. Even the Doc, what the fuck was his name?

Time passed slowly and then quickly and before I knew it I was up the old creaky stairs of the pub, avoiding hitting my head on the heavy black beams, and the five of us were in the family room which had three beds and a very tiny fridge and a very big TV.

There were cans and there was whisky and I had both. I saw them exchanging glances and smirking and nodding. They started posing for photos on their phones and I joined in, pretending I was a muscle man.

The one with the red beard took off his shirt. As I had expected he was very hirsute, his body hair was red too. I had heard them call him Rusty tho he really was Rory, now I had remembered.

Then the other three took off their shirts too. Dom, Doctor O’Sullivan, being the last one. He was one fuckin bear, no surprise there.

Should I take mine off too? Was it some kind of party ritual? The family room was warm enough to go stark bollocks naked, had they turned up the radiators?

Dom came over to me. I could smell the sweat off his underarms and his chest hair was like some sort of dark wool tee shirt.

Now Luke, my lad. When us boys get together for the match, we usually play a game, for old times’ sake. Sure we’re all fuckin Husbands and Dads now but in the old days we had a lot of old filthy fun if ya catch ma Drift. And we all think you will be up for it, good fuckin sport of a boy that you are. What do you say?

I had no idea what he was on about and of course I was wasted anyway, so I wiped the Guinness moustache off my upper lip and said, yeah Doc, anything you and the boys want, I was up for it. Is it some sort of drinking game?

Dom smiled. Well, yes lad, in a manner of speaking. You do get to drink, that’s true. I bet you’ve got a thirst on you now for it, have n’t you?

There was a general muffled cheer from all four of them, now facing me bare-chested and grinning.

Dom and Rory got me to my feet, moved the bedside chair to the free space in front of the curtained bay window, and invited me to sit down there.

Brendan came towards me with four Ireland scarves.

Get him another drink will ya, he said.

Declan opened another can and held it to my mouth.

Get a good bit down you lad, he said.

Oh and the other, said Brendan.

Dom came up with a wee bottle I knew to be poppers, it was clearly his bottle of choice.

I guess that should have been a warning.

Big sniff my boy Luke, he said, and held it under one nostril then the other. I did as I was told and felt a buzz in my head and in my fuckin groin.

While I was doing that, letting the heat flood me, I did not even bother when Brendan got on with the business with the Ireland scarves, and in a very short bit, I was tied to the bedroom chair, arms behind my back, wrists secured, legs wide open, ankles tied to the chair feet. Just as well it was an antique chair, not one of those flimsy Ikea numbers.

I grinned stupidly, what with the stout and the poppers, and my legs wide open to these four hairy fuckers, and suddenly wished I had taken a piss earlier. But I kept on smiling.

They all nodded and smiled and started taking pictures on their phones of me tied up with the pretty chintz curtains behind. I looked good, Dom showed me his phone.

Then he went to fetch something and I saw he had a big set of scissors in his hand. Like the kind you would use in a kitchen to slice up meat.

The others made appreciative noises.

Here we go, said Rory, smiling.

No need to worry Luke, said Dom, you know I’m a doctor. I am good with my hands.

Very carefully and efficiently he began snipping away at my shirt, my good Levis shirt, pulling off the sleeves so it looked like I was in some designer cut off. Then it was all gone. My best CK tee was underneath and I kinda knew where that was going too now.

The boys were enjoying this bit. Although I was tied up he got the whole damn thing off, cutting and ripping, not touching the precious scarves at all.

Voila, said Dom, fancy a short back and sides while I’m at it?

I was now tied to that chair, knees wide, chest bare. I dare say I looked very white and smooth compared to the boys, though you know I do have hairs on my chest.

Dom started snipping around my nipples and I held my breath. Those were fuckin sharp scissors.

Brendan asked if the boy’s nips were stiff and Dom told him to come over and find out for himself. For the record, they were stiff.

Brendan asked if anything else on the boy was stiff and Dom gave the same answer. For the record my dick was limp as fuck. At that particular time.

Oh Christ, not my fuckin best Levi 501s, I thought and suddenly imagined myself walking home bollock naked. But surely those scissors were not up to it?

The boy needs poppin, cried out Declan, and I got another sniff under each nostril, this time Dom told me to take the fucker really deep. Then they passed the bottle around them all. Dom took it really deep and winked at me as he did so.

Rory said – who gets the first go?

Brendan said – you do Rusty, coz you’re the ginger. Give him it really deep.

Rory was unzipping his jeans in front of me now. I kinda knew what was coming. Suddenly in my face was this hard pink dick, not all that big, but thick and perky, and fuzzy with red hair. Jesus Mother of God.

I opened my mouth without having to be told.

Good lad, said Rory, and then he fucked my face.

The other three shouted out polite encouragement. I gagged and coughed and nearly bit the fucker in two, but soon I was wet and slimy enough to get into the whole fuckin thing, and Rory told me I was really really good, but to go canny with my teeth.

You know what happens next.

Declan took over, then Brendan, and by the time Doctor O’ Sullivan started wiping his leaking cock over my chin and red cheeks and pink nose, before ramming it down my throat with a filthy Irish oath, I had cottoned on, that they were in size order. From small but thick, through bigger but thinner, to pretty impressive, to fuckin monster on the good Doctor.

Dom’s dick was massive. Well fuck, I knew that already. Long and thick and crowned by a majestic juicy mushroom, and oh did I forget the elegant curve?

In all honesty it was the only one of the four I really wanted to take all the way, the only one I wanted to please, the only one I really wanted to shoot down my throat.

Dom ran his fingers through my hair as he face fucked me, almost cooing with pleasure and complimenting me for my skills at fellatio. Try saying that in a Cork accent and you will get the picture.

But he was not going to cum down my throat, that was not part of the game, as I discovered, not just yet.

Move yer arse will ya, said Dom, and I lifted myself up, and he got my Levis down far enough to show off my white Calvins, fresh on that teatime.

There was applause from the boys. All of them had their cocks out of their zippers. I had a very respectable boner poking out the front of my pants. I was in good company, and holding my own, so to speak.

Then Dom came towards me with those fucking shears again, making a slicing sound.

Suddenly I had a vision of the headlines. Trainee accountancy student castrated in horrific gay ritual in local pub. Fiancee distraught.

Dom smiled.

Easy does it, he said reassuringly, and with the minimum number of snips, my Calvins were sliced up on both sides of my cock, and the torn pants were on the floor, and I was as hard and throbbing as ever.

That lad needs to cum, so he does, rumbled Declan.

Never mind cumming, I really needed to take a piss, and unfortunately I did, without warning.

The boys roared. A fuckin fountain of hot piss went everywhere. Rory dived over towards me and managed to get some in his mouth and a lot over his chest and shoulders, all that red fur soaked.

Dom laughed loud.

Luke, oh Luke, you disgustin eedjit. We’ve got a good glass here that could have taken it all.

After that my cock drooped in shame for a bit.

The boys decided it was the intermission and left me tied up there with a wet rug in front of me, and Rory went into the loo to wash himself up and came back smelling of wild iris. They filled up their drinks again and switched on the TV to watch a replay of the match earlier, groaning at the missed chances.

I am not a rugby fan to be honest and I just sat there all trussed up and fancied some Doritos or crisps or something.

Dom seemed to read my mind and came over with some peanuts which he popped into my mouth one by one while he kissed and licked my ears. His cock was dangling out his flies now, the curve still apparent, even in the not quite limp stage.

At least they had had enough of watching the Irish defeat again, and though they were all yawning, they refilled their glasses, and with the free hand, to a man, began wanking on their pricks again.

Right boys, to business, said Brendan, I’ll be needing a kip soon and morning will be upon us soon enough.

I promised Theresa I’d do Patrick’s early feed, said Dom, looking at his watch.

Loser, said Rory.

Well to cut a long story short, they all sucked my cock, in the same order as last time, and they did that routine maybe four times, getting increasingly enthusiastic. Brendan’s tongue was quite something and I nearly lost it every time he sank down on my shaft, but of course Doctor O’Sullivan was the best, the most attentive, the most energetic, the most caring, and the fuckin horniest. He rubbed his cock all up my leg while he blew me so I could feel his knob Dripping and making it slide up and down my mildly hairy skin.

Then there was another round of hard wanking and fuckin edging, and more poppers, and some licking and pinching of my nipples thrown in on the side.

I knew Dom was going to be the one to finish me off, just knew it, kept myself for him. Brendan, and Rory, and Declan all gathered in front of me, wanking away at their red rods, and Dom wanked me and stopped and wanked me and stopped and wanked me and stopped all over again till I was fuckin crying out to cum, to please let me cum.

And then we did. All of us. I got a face full of Brendan. Declan plastered my chest. Rory aimed at my lips and just about got it right. Then Dom shoved himself into my mouth and fuck unloaded as to the manner born.  When had he last fuckin cum the horny creamy bastard?

And me? Well I went off hands free like some stupid cum machine and the spunk shot and shot and it was all over them and some of it joined my piss on the rug, and some of it went high high up like the fireworks at New Year. Dom got it in the eye and swore in surprise.

Fuck me, he exclaimed.

 After that things went a bit quiet. Rory got a towel and wiped me a bit while Brendan untied me and I could hear him tutting when he discovered spunk on the some of the scarves. Dom went into the shower and left the door open and the smell of pine came into the bedroom to join the smell of sweat and spunk and Guinness.

Dom came out naked with his hair all wet, his cock and balls dangling, and Declan popped into the shower after him.

Come on Luke lad, said Dom getting back into his clothes and looking presentable, I’ll see you home. He picked up an Aran sweater.

Here he said, put this on, Rory will not be missing it and heck it will look better on you anyway.

Night boys, he said.

The kettle was on now and I saw Brendan was getting out the Pot Noodles.

Night boys, I repeated.

On the way home he lit up a fag and one for me. Round the back of his house he pushed me against the whitewash and kissed me properly.

He sighed.

Aw Luke, I could fuck you now, so I could, but I’d better be getting back to my wife and family, you know how it is.

He kissed me gently. I went off down the road. Then I heard him call my name again.

Luke lad, I’ve changed my mind. I’m gonna fuck you now.

So he pushed me against the whitewash again, pushed up my Aran sweater over my bare back. pulled down my Levis, no Calvins remember, and fuck, he fuckin fucked me up the fuckin ass. You know the Drill by now, tho fuck I needed the poppers this time.

I half expected Brendan, Declan, and Rory to appear out of the dark night and take their turn too. Had I gone gay?

He left me quite a big something up my ass to remember him by. Later I found it had run out and crusted my good Levis.

 

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 Morning Luke, the Doctor will see you now, said Doreen, the crabby receptionist with what I thought looked like a smirk.

I was looking pretty cool. Aran sweater. Fresh tee, fresh filled jock out of sight. Boner tenting it already.

I knocked.

Come in, said a familiar voice.

Doctor Patterson looked up at me with his tired eyes and rimless specs.

Yes Luke, and how are you doing? Your notes are a bit vague here but Doctor O’Sullivan been looking after you I hear? He’s gone back to Ireland but I dare say you know that. Big job lined up. Nothing to keep him here of course.

Oh that thing down below – a spot that’s all, nothing more, will be gone for good soon. Just keep yerself clean down there my lad. Have a shower every day, no need to save on the hot water my boy.

I rolled my eyes.

Annette said she liked the new me, the one who wanted to fuck her more often, but she was not always in the mood, she said.

I checked out Doctor O’Sullivan on Facebook of course, saw the pix of the new baby and the new one after that, the holidays by the sea, even saw the boys gathered around a pub table. No sign in the photos though of a pale faced boy they had picked up.

On those nights when Annette preferred to stay home with Jennifer Aniston, I began looking up gay websites, discovered clips of amateurs fucking in grainy under lit hotel bedrooms. One night for a laugh I typed in “Irish” – who knew it was a thing?

Me tied to a chair with my dick up and leaking. Me with Rory down my throat. Dom’s curved cock rammed into my face. Me begging to cum and shooting over four hairy Irishmen. Me getting fucked in an alley against a whitewashed wall.

Fuck, I was a porn star. And all those lonely old wankers out there liked me.

I got some postcards of shamrocks and Guinness of course, for a while anyway, for old times’ sake.

Doctor Patterson retired. I was attending again as I had fallen out of bed one night, pushed by Annette who had taken against anal. I had cracked my knee.

The replacement Doctor was blond, blue-eyed bearded, and built like an oak tree. He had a strong accent.

You are not Irish are you, I said.

No, he twinkled, I am from Iceland. Viking stock. Let’s have a look at that knee. Can you take your trousers off please?

On the way out, when I made next week’s appointment, Doreen rolled her eyes at me and sighed.

So Luke, are we going to see a lot of you again?

Looking forward to it Doreen!