"Where do you want me?" Bobby asked.
I spun him around on the exam table so he could face me. "You're fine where you are." His underwear was down at his ankles. I pulled it off and examined the sticky mess smeared inside the pouch. Taking a deep inhale, I enjoyed the dank aroma of his ball sweat mixed with pre-cum.
"Why stand there and sniff my dirty underwear when you can enjoy it fresh from the source?" Bobby said.
I grinned and knelt down between his legs, devouring his earthy scent. He'd been fresh and clean at the start of the night. Right out of the shower. But now the smells of sex and testosterone emanated from him.
I didn't mind. With my open mouth and thirsty tongue, I began lapping the sweat from his low-hanging nut sack and then licked away the gooey clear fluid that was all over his cock.
Then I traced a path up the treasure trail of hair that led to his naval, worked up to his perky nipples, and settled into the curls under his armpits.
Bobby was a fountain of sex. Everything that flowed from him smelled and tasted delicious. I didn't even mind the biting tartness of his pit sweat. I would eat him on a platter.
Doctor Doyle got down on the floor underneath me and began flicking his tongue around my hole while I serviced Bobby. I was still loose and spread open from his pounding, so his forceful tongue pushed right inside me. It felt wonderful being fucked with the rigid tip.
I took Bobby into my mouth and began licking circles around his cock head while stroking his shaft with my hand. He started moaning loudly, letting me know he was already on the edge.
"That's it," he whispered through labored breaths. He gripped a fist-full of my hair and pulled so hard I thought my follicles were being ripped from my scalp. I didn't let the burning pain slow me down. It just made me work with more zeal, sucking and slurping his spit-soaked cock.
Without another utterance of warning, his glans swelled and his slit burst open to fill my mouth with the first explosive shot of cum. I'd never tasted semen before. The flavor was salty and tangy with a thick, oily consistency. It was scolding hot and heavy as it coated the back of my throat. I gulped down every drop, twirling my tongue around the head to coax out any dribble I could get.
More! I needed more!I reveled in the bleachy aftertaste of Bobby's cum.
Doctor Doyle sat up from between my butt cheeks. "Let's trade," he said.
His lips parted and his mouth settled on mine. He slid his tongue inside and deposited a glob of semen. That's when I realized what he'd been doing when he was sucking on my battered hole like a vacuum cleaner. He'd scooped his own load out of my hole.
Our tongues danced. I shared what was left of Bobby's release and let the flavors mingle with the doctor's offering. When I swallowed, I felt happy having them both inside me. Down my throat. In my hole. I could still smell the sweat of Bobby's nut sack and armpits smeared all over my face.
Bobby hopped down from the exam table and we settled into a sticky pile on the floor. In the middle was Doctor Doyle, who extended his strong arms around both of us and pulled us tight against his wooly pecs.
"Are you satisfied?" he asked me.
I smiled through heavy eyelids. In the afterglow of our threesome, I felt relaxed and content. "For now."
The doctor ruffled my hair. "I knew you'd be a hungry one. I could tell it as soon as you wandered your tight little bottom in here yesterday."
"But I was so shy."
"You just didn't know yourself yet," he explained.
He was right. I would never go back to the wound-tight shy guy I'd been my whole life. I was a grown man. Eighteen-years-old. A high school graduate. My future was up to me. Once I knew there were other men out there like me, who existed beyond the pages of those muscle physique magazines, I felt like I was standing in front of a buffet. I wanted to try every dish on the menu.
"What would you guys think of some more group activities?" I asked.
Doctor Doyle smiled over at me. "I think you boys should go off and explore on your own."
I blinked with surprise.
Bobby explained, "The doctor prefers spending his free time helping guys. He derives more pleasure from taking care of them than having himself taken care of. He doesn't do this with just anyone."
"Oh, of course," I said, feeling silly for asking.
The doctor cradled my face in his large hands. "Don't you go feeling bad now, mate. I'm proud of you for getting in touch with your true desires. You've grown so much these past two nights. Bobby here came to me just a few months ago with the same problems you had."
Turning to Bobby with wide eyes, I said, "You did?"
Bobby nodded. "It took me a while to get comfortable, but now here I am having a three-way."