Chapter 5
The rough denim of my jeans seemed to rake against my skin with every move I made that day. I walked around wearing my new posing strap underneath my pants and felt alive with sexual energy. Completing my chores around the house was a slow form of torture for me. Bending over to pick something up caused the thin strap to tighten between my legs, brushing gently against my butthole.
I reacted with a shudder, remembering the way it felt when the doctor's thick fingers were prying me open. I wanted to feel him there again, massaging my throbbing insides until he coaxed a satisfying release that would take me to a dream-like state of bliss.
Every minute and every hour of the day passed slowly. I just needed to make it until dark. That's when I'd be free to go back to that sacred place. It was a Saturday night. I was desperately hoping he'd be there, just as his hand-written note had stated.Evenings: Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.I'd need to get a summer job just to pay for all the trips I planned to make to see him. Maybe get a bus pass too.
Would three times a week be enough? I wondered if I could start visiting him at his office too.
My fever was spreading. I needed his special touch so badly.
I waited until seven-thirty that evening. It wasn't dark yet but the sun was setting and I figured I could get into the building without seeing anyone I knew. The location was pretty discreet anyway.
Every bump of the bicycle ride caused sweet agony. The friction was driving me mad. When I arrived, the man at the front door regarded me with a wry smile that made me feel a little ashamed for coming back.
"The doctor didn't cure you?" he asked smugly through the small cut-out in the door.
I felt like a gluttonous pig, going back to the trough for another helping. What if there was no cure? What if the more times it happened, the hungrier I'd be? These were the sinful indulgences I'd been warned about.
While fishing some change out of my pants, I dropped some coins on the concrete and bent over to collect them. Again, the strap flicked at my hole, and I knew there was no turning back.
I handed my nickel through the door without providing a response. The man didn't need to know why I was there. It was none of his concern.
He let me inside, smiled widely, and said, "Have fun."
Something was in the air that night. I could smell it. In fact, I could probably have cut it with a knife. This heady combination of bleach and sweat and something else. Pure, raw sexuality, I suppose.
I made my lap down the halls and around the corners, knowing my way around like a regular patron. When I passed the outside patio area, I slowed down my gait, allowing myself to linger a little longer. Quite a few more men were in the water that evening. Most of them wore shorts, but a few of them, the really muscular ones, were strutting around in only their posing straps. I felt like I belonged, wearing my own white pouch underneath. One of the guys turned to me and winked. Surprisingly, I winked back.
When I got to that same familiar velvet curtain, the smell of the doctor's tobacco pipe wafted into my nostrils. I felt like I'd made my way home.
"Doctor, are you in there?" I asked.
The head of a young man poked out. "The doctor's not here."
The young man's hair was reddish-brown and slicked back in a pompadour style. He had green eyes and freckles on pale skin.
"Oh, um..." I looked down at my shoes, trying to avoid the young man's sparkling gaze. He had to be my age, or maybe a year or two older, but I didn't recognize him from school. "Well, do you know when he'll be back?"
The young man shook his head. "No, but I was waiting for him too."
"Oh."
"You can come in here and join me... If you want," the man offered.
"Okay." I stepped inside to find him standing in a black posing strap. The blood rushed to my cock and I was instantly hard. His body was lean and muscular, much more defined than mine, especially around his firm chest and round shoulders. He must have been involved in some type of sport that builds upper body strength. Swimming, maybe, or baseball, I guessed.
He blushed and folded his arms across his chest modestly. "Sorry, I was already undressed."
"That's okay. I like your, uh..." I pointed toward his pouch, which was stuffed full. He must have been a big guy. "Garment."
"Thanks. I just bought it this afternoon. The man at the store gave me a funny look and made a crack about how the pouches were becoming so popular."
I chuckled. "That's probably because I went in there this morning and bought one too."
"Oh, makes sense." He surveyed my body, then asked, "Can I see yours?"
I hesitated but figured it was only fair, so I unzipped my jeans and let them fall down to my ankles.