Just behind the dressing room is an area of dead space where the janitors throw old chairs, weight benches, and other odd knickknacks. There’s even an assortment of ropes and an old car tire. Go figure. So one day while visiting campus, I was doing my shower inspections as the entire soccer team was showering after a whopping loss. Apparently they were in a sour mood and all of my smiles and glances were returned with a fat middle finger in my face. I was about to depart that hostile environment, when suddenly I was picked up, hauled behind the lockers, and forced to my knees. “What brings your old ass in here to stare at us, cocksucker?” “Man look at that red t-shirt he got on. He’s a spy from the Cardinals--a Cardinals’ cocksucker.” I had the misfortune of wearing the colors of the team that had just beaten the State U Blue Jays. Hell I didn’t even know there was a soccer game on campus that day. I tried to explain, but my neck was held tight in the grip of a strong hand. I could only babble and salivate which made my mouth juicy and wet for those cocks. “I think you like looking at our cocks. Well now you’re about to taste them you Cardinal cock sucking bastard.” My shirt was ripped off and used as a blindfold. I still managed a peek at the circle of cocks around me. I thought I had gone to heaven and was kneeling at the most delectable altar I had ever seen. Thick pink cocks, gorgeous bronze cocks, and huge black cocks with bulging veins surrounded me. Balls thick and juicy hung low. I pretended I was a little Virgin Mary and had never known a man, when a stinging slap was delivered to my face that caused my mouth to fly open as wide as a pussy delivering a baby. A big black cock drove in first. Its large head pounded my throat. Those huge balls banged my chin. My head was turned and twisted so that his cock bulged my cheeks out. I was released just before I was about to spew my breakfast all over the floor. Of course a thick white cock took over and continued the punishment. It slammed in deep and in and out. I could feel the big balls slapping my chin. He pulled his cock out and forced me to poke out my lips. He called me names and beat me all over my lips and jaws with his hard cock. “Take that, Cardinal cocksucker!” A wad of spit splattered my forehead. Above me others pushed and jostled trying to get their dicks some mouth time. A slight shoving match broke out. I thought I was home free. I tore my shirt from my face and was about to head for the opening to freedom, when I was grabbed from behind. “Not so fast, cock sucker!”
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“Hey! I thought you two were sick,” I said as Juan slammed my door. Aaron sat between us. He was wearing a pair of those short shorts that young men like to wear. His beautiful bronze thighs were a sight to behold. “We’re not dead,” Juan retorted. “We just have the sniffles and want some meds before we hit the clubs tonight.” “Yeah,” Aaron said. “We want to wear our new outfits and dance our asses off.” “Well, you’re very lucky Dr. Barnes agreed to see you on such short notice.” “Maybe he’s the lucky one,” Juan said grabbing his crotch. “Is he hot?” “He was my Doctor when I was a teen.” “Oh my god! He’s ancient!” “He’s not that old. He was just out of Med school then. He still has a nice body and works out.” And that is true. Dr. Barnes is hot for an older guy. He has a practice that sees a lot of young male patients. This fact excited Juan and Aaron. They acted silly playing with their cocks as I drove. We soon pulled up at the Doctor’s large Victorian-style home. “This is a Doctor’s office? It looks worse than your psycho looking barn, Ed.” Juan said. “His office is in the basement.” “Wow. Maybe he has a sling down there instead of some boring exam table.” “I like sticking my feet in stirrups,” Aaron said with a grin on his face. “You will have your chance,” I murmured. It was near evening as the sky was turning gay purple. I rapped on the door. Dr. Barnes opened it wide and with a smile on his face ushered us in. He greeted Juan and Aaron with a pat on the ass and shook my hand. I remember the days when my ass used to get that gentle squeeze. Of course, it was the size of a ripe cantaloupe then, not the Dutch oven size it is now. His house is a treasure trove of male nude art. In the foyer, there is a replica of Michelangelo’s David--not as tall but just as anatomically correct. As he leads us to the basement, Aaron and Juan gawked at his photography collection of nude twinks along the walls. Mother always called his art tasteless. However, I found it quite tasteful. I actually knew some of the young men depicted in the paintings and photos, especially the one called Extra Large. “What seems to be the problem?” He asked checking Aaron’s and Juan’s pulse. They were too busy gawking at the two slings hanging from the ceiling to answer. I was a little surprised also. Gone was the infamous exam table with the locking stirrups. Dr. Barnes noticed us gawking. “Makes it much easier to examine my patients. Cheaper too. None of those expensive tissue sheets to buy.” Of course, Juan and Aaron had stripped before the doctor could finish his sentence. “We have the sniffles,” they said as Dr. Barnes helped them into the slings and adjusted the straps around their ankles and wrists. Their thighs were wide apart. “Gents, I will need to take your temperature.” Dr. Barnes stuck his index fingers in a large jar of Vaseline. He stood between the slings and aimed his fingers right at those two pulsing assholes. “No thermometer?” I asked. “Only if I detect a lot of heat with my fingers. This natural way is better. Puts my male patients at ease.”
