An occasional series about an 18 year old dumb farmers son and his er rather large predicament. Based on a true story ;)
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Testing times
Hi, Chris here, remember me and my large predicament? Well it ain’t gone away.
Heck, its Spring already, my bro Eddies visited for Thanksgiving and Christmas but he’s damned fine busy at that there agriculture college. I sure miss him.
Ma says I’ll see him for summer though. I can’t wait to see him and get back to ol' times, heck if it weren’t for those two medical men treating my predicament with their high techernological probes then I’d be, heck I’d be running around naked with a corncob poking outta my ass. I gotta thank them for that at least.
Docs sending me to Des Moines to a see a specialerist in oral therapeutical something or other who Doc says can do wonders for large predicaments like mine. Now I hates the city so I sure hope his treatments are worthy of the discomfort of my passage there.
Ma aksed Mr Trickett at the seed store if he’d give me a ride to Ames on his delivery run so I can pick up the Jefferson to DM.
Now he and Doc are ol’ pals, I seen ‘em in the Copperhead saloon, drinking beers and laughing, then walking close together on Shakespeare Ave, past the Swedes museum and into the surgery, an a light coming on then going off. I swear Mr Trickett must have poor circulation as he was warming his hands on Docs rear, his hands down his pants. Doc is such a, oh yeah Ma says he’s ‘a martyr to his work’,
Mr Trickett pulls into a lay-by, I know this place, it’s quiet, Eddie used to bring his lady friends here, he used to bring me here too in the old jalopy when Pa said if he touched me again he’d throw him out, jus to be safe. I do miss Eddies ministrations, it’s kinda hard to sleep sometimes with my goddamn itch and Eddie was so skilled in serving me his creamy balm deep in my guts.
So Trickett wants his fare for taking me to Ames, I said I’d no spare cash it’s all accounted for, he said he’d take it in kind and before I knew it his britches were by his ankles and his er penile manhood was a pointing out.
‘That’s quite a predicament you have their Mr Trickett, and i’ve got quite an itch a going on that we might er do each other a favor’,
But then I remembered the specialerist I’m seeing, I must be clean and purty for that inspection.
‘How ‘bout I make your penile gland produce your spermatozoa as payment?’,
‘What you blathering on about son, look I’m as horny as a bull rhino here, if you don’t suck it, then I’m driving off and you can walk it’,
‘We got a deal’,
I admit when I saw the bulge in his pants after we drove along some my mind raced to Eddie and me on the school bus, him hard as a pole all the way to class, that’s when he taught me to lick his like a popsicle and taste his creamy nut.
That’s just what I did to Mr Trickett, his weren’t as nice as Eddies, not by a long way, still he was quick which is a blessing as I don’t want to miss my bus.
I got on the bus and said hi to Mr Jefferson the driver, he rolled his eyes and ushered me on. I sat and watched the Iowan countryside turn into a city. The houses started miles out from where I want to be, just two blocks from the Greyhound terminal on Euclid and Eddies University and Doc Spangler, the aforementioned specialerist.
I found the address just like Dr Van Deist explained, ‘don’t expect a surgery like mine, it’s just an office, Dr Spangler surgery is out of town and this is his brothers office, to save you the journey’,
I knocked on the door and entered the receptty, you know that place with girl on the desk who rang through and I was admitted.
‘Thanks for seeing me Dr Spangler’,
he smiled and looked me up and down, one side of my blasted bibber had fallen, and the bus was concernedly hot, so much so I had to adjust the side buttons clean open to get some draft through to cool down a little.
I saw him adjust his pants, it looked like he’d a similar predicament to mine.
I got a start when I saw a decapitated head on a table, then I recognised it was not real but a fancy wig like them law fellas wear in the films, that’s when I knew it was his brothers office cos Dr Spangler has a full head of wavy hair.
He looked at some notes and aksed me ter strip off, well I shucked off my boots and jus’ unclipped one side and I was clean naked, I always go light in summer, heck I’d be sweating like a bull if I wore boxers.
‘Sorry if I startled you there doc, are you ok, you look unsteady?’,
‘No, no I’m fine it’s a while since I saw such a er, erm..’,
‘Predicament’ I say,
‘Exactly’ he says ‘now in my surgery I have a couch but this is my brothers law office, and it very rudimentary so I have to kneel to prime my olfactory instrumentation’,
He knelt and burrowed his nose in my groin and sniffed deeply. I was kinda embarrassed cos I knew I’d be sweaty under my nuts, but Doc just made that growl I hear Dr Van Deist make.
I didn’t expect him to grab a hold of my manhood either and sniff my bell end or dive his nose into the other side, but he did.
I must’ve jumped forward as his fingers slipped off my butt cheeks and hit my cornhole, anyway if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, I was embarrassed further as my pole fell into his shocked open mouth, probably he was as embarrassed as me as I fair enters his oral cavity.
He held my pole again and pumped it as he sucked hard and slurped. Now I was getting some enjoyment out of this situation as you might expect a healthy, horny 18 year old to get, but he seemed determined to continue,
‘Doc, I’m mighty close to embarrassing myself here if you get my meaning’,
He pulled off,
‘So that all clean now and I have my readings’,
‘Heck, I kinda enjoyed that doc’, I said,
He stood up, his predicament was mighty big,
‘You might want to get some air to that soon Doc’,
He ignored my joke and says,
‘So er Chris, now that I’ve zeroed my instrument I’ll tell you about the test. Dr Van Deist notes show you have a deep seated inner bowel irritation. This has been proven not to be an infection as the copious amounts of antibiotic lubricant administered directly to the root by the doctor has not cleared the itch’,
‘Yeah he’s been hammering my butt weekly, sometimes twice’, I say in confirmation.
‘My speciality is pheremonal detection, and since my successful sensory implant, my olfactory system and oral sensors such as taste are highly tuned. Van Deist hopes I can get to the er bottom of the problem’
He smiled at me,
‘and to do this I have to undertake tasks associated with your bunghole, sorry, your anal cavity, and your dick, apologies, your penile gland. I also have some appliances which may help day to day easing of the situation’,
‘Thanks for your explanation Doc, so your gonna suck and fuck me?’
‘Precisely’, he said,
My predicament was easing but I could see his was not.
‘Doc, might I make a suggestion that you er dress more appropriately, Doc Van Deist wears a flimsy gown and often that’s discarded. That might ease your predicament rather than that stuffy suit?’,
‘That’s a good idea, you don’t mind?’,
‘Not at all, this is still part of a confidential test programme isn’t it, and Ma wants to know if it’s included in my plan’,
‘I can assure you it is son’ as he locked the door and pulled down the blind over the ribbed obscured glass door.
‘So you know the ropes, my first test shall be to sense the pheromone balance, you can stand for this test’,
He knelt down and parted my ass cheeks and then burrowed in with his nose making that low growl noise again, I felt his hot breath on my pucker as he breathed out and then a wetness, Doc started to mutter and speak into my bunghole.
‘I can’t hear ya Doc’
then his tonge entered me. Now that sounds kinda gross, but Eddie had me wash out my cavity before bed every night, he said he’d whoop me if he found any nasties as he called them on his cockrim, so I know I’m clean.
‘Oh Doc should I be enjoying this, your tongue goes much deeper than Doc Van Deists?’,
He surfaced, ‘well this is my specialty’,
That made sense, then he stood and kissed my ass cheeks and my spine all the way to my nape, he steadied himself by holding my thick pectoral muscles, and somehow he wanted to grip on to my nipples, ooh that sent a shock to my cock making me drip. I looked down and was embarrassed. Doc wiped up the drip on his finger and sucked it.
‘Now my next test is to check the levels of pheromones in your anal cavity, too high a reading can exacerbate any inflammation, you can remain standing, I’ll push your neck down if I need to get a different perspective’,
‘OK Doc, you’re the boss’,
He opened a small case and took out three black rubber dummies, bigger than the teat on a calfing bottle and laid them on the desk in size order.
He entered me on his spit, it hurt a little, and I winced. Now doc pumps out lube from a huge dispenser to ease his way, but I expect this being his bro’s law office he forgot to bring a tube.
‘Oh my, that’s hit the spot already’ I say, ‘your predicament is bigger than Docs, oh man, you know how to use that, you found my button on the first test, oh Lordy, I’m dripping something terrible on your bro’s rug.
He pounded away, ‘that’s a lot of resets Doc, Old man Deist has the same issue, he says it’s low batteries or something or sometimes the bluetongue on his phone don’t connect. It’s early technernology he says’,
Doc pushes my head down and his hands grip my shoulders as he pumps away, he’s growling now as his balls slap and the squelching noise and smell permeates the void of this mahogany office,
‘Sorry ‘bout the noise Doc, I say that’s one disadvantage of the tests. . . ‘
Doc shivers and hollers almost as he administers his lotion deep in me, he’s pushing in deeper and deeper, small thrusts as he fills my hole, I’m just seeing fireworks and almost shoot my bolt.
Doc pulls out, he picks up the smallest teat and pushes it up my bunghole. I clamp down on it.
‘That will keep the balm contained for longer. Now I’ve one more test to do but first I need to check if the plug is the correct size. He yanked it out and I saw stars, he pushed the next one up and I clamped on that, he pulled that out, I got the strangest feeling,
‘yes, that should keep the fluid contained, but it won’t help your predicament, that’s raging at the moment’,
‘Yes Doc I’m mighty close to embarrassing myself on your brothers rug’,
‘Oh I can solve that’,
he says and kneels, sniffing around again like a bloodhound. Smearing his lips with my cock honey, straight from the tap, squeezing up from where my shaft disappears into my nut sack and right to the tip, a huge blob pours onto his thick lips, shiny like them ladies on them makeup ads.
‘Olfactory test completed. Oral cavity test next Chris, you might er excite yourself too much, I don’t mind if you do, in fact it helps the test accuracy if my mouth is full of your seed’,
‘That makes sense’ I said
I peered down at my turgid dick and Docs lucious lips part to let me in, gliding up his tongue on his spit and my cock honey. He snapped down and sucked hard as he pumped the shaft and weighed my balls in his hand. He pulled and pushed on the rubber teat in my ass, fuck me, pardon for cussin’ but words can’t express that feeling when he pulled on the plug as his tongue hit my cockrim mercilessly.
I leant forward with my hands on his shoulders taking my weight as I rammed his mouth, getting to his throat, my legs almost gave way as Doc pulled the plug in and out of my hole as I released my spermatozoa in Docs mouth. His nose was running, his eyes watery as he gulped and gulped at my cock suckling like a newborn calf on my dick as my leg shook like a dog with fleas.
I roared out ‘fuck me doc’ again apologising, he wiped his mouth on my T shirt and then used it to wipe up his cum from his cock.
‘Keep the plug Chris, you might find it helps your condition, especially if it keeps any seminal fluid in for longer to help healing. You can use it as you please, it’s safe to sleep in and I’ll see you in a month’,
He was already dressed as I stepped into my bibber and tied up my boots,
‘don’t forget your T shirt’. He said,
I daren’t take that for Ma to wash.
‘You keep it just for that purpose Doc’, I say, and leave.
I need to rest awhile, all those medical procedures have made me hungry and thirsty, I walk on to Hardee’s for their breakfast platter, their biscuits made from scratch are bettern Ma’s but don’t you let on or she’ll whoop my behind.
TBC
