Tangled Sheets (13 page)

I stood behind Haber and let my cock fall on his back, just above the valley formed by the globes of his butt. Spitting into my hand, I rubbed it along the length of my prick. Then I spit again and rubbed my fingers into the crack of Haber's ass. His hole was eager, opening to my finger and surrounding it in a kiss. I pushed in deeply, feeling him press back against me until I was buried up to the knuckle in his sweet warmth.

“You're a horny bastard, aren't you, Haber? You can't wait to have me plowing your butt.”

Haber was loosening up, but I knew he wasn't loose enough to take what I had for him without at least some pain. He knew it too, and it excited him. He squirmed against my hand invitingly, begging me to enter him. Pulling my finger out, I positioned the head of my prick against the opening of his chute and pushed. Because I was really getting off on fucking Haber in the alley, I was even thicker than usual, and the walls of his ass screamed around the shaft of my cock as it invaded his hole.

Once I was in, I didn't give him any time to adjust to my size. Pulling out, I rammed back in immediately. Haber was whimpering, his hand clutching the edges of the crate tightly, but he never once asked me to stop. He was enjoying my overpowering him, absorbing every thrust of my hefty tool.

I fucked Haber's ass steadily, pulling out just enough to tease his ass ring before plunging back in. My balls slapped his hairy ass wetly as the mixture of spit and his ass juice slipped from his hole and slid over my sac. The more I pumped him, the more excited I got, until soon I was bucking in and out of his ass fiercely. With each thrust the bottles in the crate rattled, the glass tinkling together like the voices of an onlooking chorus.

Grabbing Haber under his arms, I pulled him up roughly and pushed him flat against the wall face first. This new position forced his ass to hug my cock tightly. And because I was taller than he was, I had to crouch somewhat, creating a wonderful ache in my thigh muscles. Pushing upward, I could ram my crank straight up into him until his ass cheeks rested against my legs.

Leaning forward, I rubbed my belly against Haber's back as I fucked him. He hugged the wall tightly, his lips pressed against the brick as he groaned from the reaming I was giving him. I could feel his cock rubbing against the rough stone with each thrust.

Then I couldn't hold back any longer. Pulling out of Haber, I turned him around and pushed him to his knees once more. I fisted my cock three or four times and the spunk rocketed from my overworked balls, gushing across his face and onto the wall behind him. I shoved Haber away from me, staying within my role as rough. Looking down I saw that the fur of his stomach was sticky with ropes of silvery cum. He must have shot his load at the same time I did.

Putting my prick back into my pants, I buttoned up quickly, tucking my shirt into the waistband. Walking over to Haber's jacket, I picked it up and took his wallet out of the pocket. Counting out five twenty-dollar bills, I folded them roughly and jammed them into my pocket, then tossed the wallet on the ground.

As I walked toward the end of the alley and the street beyond, I heard Haber behind me putting on his clothes. Fingering the crisp bills in my pocket, I thought maybe the Depression wasn't going to be so bad after all.

“Y
ou're going to have to relax some more if I'm going to get my whole hand in,” he said. “Right now I can barely get four fingers in there because you're all tensed up.”

He was wrong; I wasn't tense. It was just the opposite. He'd been working on me for almost an hour already, and I was becoming very sore from the insistent prodding of his thick fingers. But I loved having his hand inside me, loved the way it filled me so well. And even though he was fully clothed, I was becoming increasingly aroused by my close proximity to him. I even welcomed the pain, knowing that it came from him. As his hands, encased tightly in blue latex gloves, rubbed invitingly against my skin and patiently massaged my aching muscles, I tried to calm myself so that he could get as far in as he wanted to be.

“That's better,” he said as I forced myself to stretch just a little bit farther, small fingers of pain scratching at my nerves, and he was able to slide his fingers deep inside. “You're getting much better at this.”

I tried to smile, wondering if he would notice. His fingers moving back and forth over my insides felt like a cock burrowing deep within my ass, and he was really getting me worked up. I'd gotten hard almost the moment he'd laid his hands on me, and now my prick was aching from being stiff so long without being touched. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine him fucking me, picturing the look on his face as he rammed his prick into my hole. Just as I was getting to where I could almost smell the sweat and lube on our bodies, he pulled out, shattering my daydream.

“There,” he said. “Looks good. All I have to do is polish up the surface and your filling is finished. You'll feel like you have a brand-new set of teeth. I can't believe you did the whole thing without novocaine, though. You must like the pain.”

I laughed. “Just don't like the needle, Doc.” Little did he know.

As he busied himself getting his instruments together, I ran my tongue over the spot he'd been working on. Now that I was able to close my mouth, the pain had faded to a dull ache in my jaw, a delicious reminder of his presence. The surface of my tooth was rough where he had replaced my filling, and my whole mouth was filled with the heavy taste of his gloves.

I know most people don't like to go to the dentist, but I really enjoy it. I love lying back in that big chair with some man's hands in my mouth, his fingers pressing against my tongue, especially now that latex gloves are standard equipment. I like giving in to him, being in his complete control. I even like the instruments, the way the metal scrapes along my teeth and slides cold and sharp along my gums, ready to prick me if he should falter. I especially like the way my mouth is sore for a few days after a good cleaning, a reminder that someone's hands have been in there.

I especially look forward to seeing Dr. Wolf. The man looks like he should be skating around an ice rink playing forward for the Canucks instead of holding up dental X-rays and looking for cavities. A big man, he has the beautiful black hair and dark eyes characteristic of French Canadian men, and he draws his words out in a heavy accent that makes me hard whenever he opens his mouth, even if all he's doing is telling me to floss more. Every time I have an appointment with him, I end up going home and jerking off for hours thinking about him fucking me. On this particular day he had been a little rough on my mouth, and I was already creating the fantasy I would get off on as soon as I was alone with my cock.

Finished with whatever he was doing, he came back and leaned over me. The lower half of his face was covered by a surgical mask, and all I could see was his nose and eyes over the top of the white square. I opened obediently as he brought his hands to my mouth and began to look around inside with a small mirror. I tried not to stare as I memorized the way his thick hair fell casually over his forehead. I took in all the details of his face, from the fine, strong lines of his nose to the dark beard growth that covered his cheeks, storing them in my mind for later use.

Standing next to me, he was pressed against my side as he worked, and I was acutely aware of the pressure of his body against mine. Putting the mirror aside, he took my jaw in his hand and held it firmly as he probed the area of the filling with his fingers. I concentrated on looking at the space where his shirt hung open at the top, trying not to get too worked up. In the hollow of his throat I could see dark fur where his chest hair began in a thick spray.

I pictured him shirtless, and my cock grew another two inches inside my pants, scraping against my zipper painfully. Averting my eyes in an attempt to hold off my hard-on, I tried looking anywhere but at him, carefully scrutinizing a wall chart about partial plates. But I couldn't help it and ended up staring at his forearms, at the line where the blue latex of his gloves gave way to more hair, which swirled in soft, thick ripples over his skin up to his elbows. I imagined him jerking himself off, how beautiful he would look with his hand holding his prick, his arm moving up and down as he brought himself off. I pictured the hair of his forearm dotted with the white of his cum as he shot all over himself, torturing my cock with the vision.

Inside my mouth, his finger was rubbing steadily along my gumline, moving in small circles around the tooth he'd been working on. My tongue was brushing against his hand as he worked, and through the latex of the glove I could feel the muscles moving beneath his flesh. I started to think about sucking his cock, about the way it would slide in and out of my mouth. I wanted him to wear a rubber when I sucked him so that I could feel his prick beating through the thin skin. I imagined the tip swelling in my throat, growing warm as his cum shot into it and was caught.

It was all too much for me to take. Without thinking, I began to suck gently on the finger that was rubbing my gums, closing my lips around it and letting my tongue trace its way along the length of it. I felt his hand jerk, as though he thought I was going to bite him. I played my tongue over his hand to let him know I wasn't going to hurt him, and he relaxed a little. A tremor of excitement ran through my body as my fantasies began to move from the hazy world of my mind and became flesh and bone. My lips moved over the surface of his gloved hand slowly as I took in the smell of the rubber, making love to it with my mouth, all thoughts of my circumstances lost in the heat of raw lust.

During all this, I kept my eyes away from Dr. Wolf's face, afraid that looking at him would force me to lose my nerve. I concentrated on his hand, on his fingers and how good they felt. When he didn't pull away from me, I let myself move my gaze up his chest to his face. He was looking right at me, his dark brown eyes intent. Beneath the white gauze of the mask, a smile played across his lips. Never taking his eyes off of me and still holding my chin in his hand, he started to thrust his fingers in and out between my lips, letting the tips glide over my teeth and rest just inside my mouth so that I had to lean forward to suck them back in.

Reaching out, I let my fingers fall onto the forearm of the hand I was sucking, stroking the soft hair. The muscles of his arm were thick, stretching sinuously as he moved his hand back and forth over my face, covering my lips with the taste of his gloves. I gripped him tightly, enjoying the feeling of cool latex melting into warm skin several inches above the wrist. As he slid his hand back and forth over my lips, his grip on my chin tightened, holding my head firmly in place as he worked me into a frenzy.

I ran my hand over his chest, feeling the solidness of his body beneath the thin fabric of his blue shirt. His tits were hard, and when I ran my fingers over them he pressed forward against my hand. Taking this as encouragement, I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his waistband. Undone, it hung open, exposing a torso washed with black fur. Running my hand over his belly, I was surprised to find that his body was remarkably well developed, ridged and furrowed like a well-plowed field. His nipples, pink and tender looking, peeked from the forest of hair like two small buds bursting from the earth.

Bringing my hand to his neck, I traced a line down his chest to his waistband, lightly drawing my fingers across his skin and making him shiver. Then, moving back to his chest, I took one of his nipples between my fingers, pinching it. He flinched at the touch, but did not pull away. Still holding it tightly, I tugged on it, forcing him to lean down toward me and letting his hand fall from my lips. When his face was inches away from mine, I reached up and undid the white mask, dropping it to the floor. He gazed down at me, his eyes filled with lust, and I kissed his mouth gently, my tongue teasing his lips with small flutters.

Then I kissed him harder, putting my hand on his neck and pushing deep into his mouth. He sucked in his cheeks, drawing me farther into him and running his tongue against mine hungrily. I felt the scratchiness of his skin against my face as I ground myself against him, the taste of him sinking into my mouth, the smell of his skin surrounding me. As we kissed, he put one hand on my crotch and rubbed my prick slowly, sliding up the length of it and squeezing the head through my pants.

He was still pressed against my side, and I could feel his growing hard-on through his pants. Pushing him away from me, I undid the buttons of his pants and let them fall away. He shrugged his shirt off and stepped out of his pants, standing next to me in white workout briefs that came halfway down his hairy thighs. The fly was held closed by two small buttons, and his balls made a hefty sac that hung at the crotch invitingly. His thick cock was pushed up toward his waist, and the head was pushing out against the skintight material in sharp relief.

I ran my hands over the back of his shorts, feeling the curves of his ass and the muscles of his legs. He was pulling at my shirt, ripping it open quickly and nodding appreciatively when he got a look at my smooth, gym-hardened body. Unbuckling my belt, he put his hand under me and lifted me up in the chair a little, sliding my pants down and off. Because I was not wearing any underwear, my prick sprang up the moment my pants slid over it. It rose up from my stomach, a smear of cock drool dripping from the head.

Dr. Wolf got onto the chair and straddled me at the waist, his knees fitting comfortably into the side pockets meant for the patient's elbows. The touch of his underwear on my cock as he sat on me was almost enough to make me come, but I held myself in check waiting to see what he had in mind. Putting his still-gloved hands on my chest, he worked his fingers over my nipples and then down my sides, tickling my skin. As he thrust slowly along my dick, my prick slid between his legs and under him, the head pressing against his balls.

He put his hands on the top of the chair and laid his body along mine. By turning my head, I was able to push my face into the thick, damp hair of his armpit, my tongue licking eagerly at the sweaty skin. As his furry belly rubbed along mine, I explored his body with my mouth, moving along his throat and down his chest, lapping at the hair that covered his skin. When I felt one of his nipples beneath my tongue, I sucked on it firmly, biting down. He responded by thrusting his prick tightly against my stomach, where I felt the entire length of it burning into me.

Unable to wait any longer, I put my hands on his waistband and pulled his underwear down until the head of his cock was exposed. Fat and uncut, it slipped in and out of the sheath of his foreskin as he rubbed against me, the thin skin gliding over the ridge where his head joined the shaft. It was much larger than I had imagined, and the sight of the fat knob surrounded by its translucent wrapper made my ass tingle with anticipation. The shaft itself was immensely thick, and a line of hair ran up the underside for several inches.

Reaching inside, I pulled his balls from their nesting spot, letting them hang over the edge of his bunched-up underwear. The wrinkled sac was oddly smooth compared to the rest of his body, and his nuts sat in my hand like perfectly round stones that had been sitting in a fire and still retained the heat. Behind them, I could feel the hair in the space just below his ass crack. Putting my fingers around the base of his cock and balls, I was unable to touch my fingers together. As I squeezed, his prick swelled with blood, the head turning a dark red color.

Pressing my cock against Dr. Wolf's, I held them both together tightly, feeling the vein on the underside of his beautiful piece beating all along the length of my tool. His huge balls splayed out over mine, rubbing against them as I played with our dicks, pumping them slowly. He was really leaking juice, and it trickled from his piss hole in a thick stream, running over his head and streaking my hand and cock in sticky strings. I loved the way his foreskin rode over his head, like the skin of a fruit peeling away to reveal the delicious flesh underneath, and I wanted to taste him in my mouth.

“Let me suck it,” I pleaded. “Put a rubber on it and fuck my mouth. There's one in my wallet.”

He got down off the table and shucked his underwear all the way off. Then he fished in my pants pocket and pulled out my wallet. I know you're not supposed to keep rubbers in a wallet because they can dry out and all, but I kept one there just in case of emergencies. Dr. Wolf found it and pulled it out. Because he was still wearing the latex gloves, he was having trouble getting the package open.

“Let me do it,” I offered.

I love putting condoms on guys' pricks, and the idea of dressing up his massive tool was getting me hot and bothered all over again. Pulling out the rubber, I held it up. Like his gloves, it was blue, like a piece of summer sky in my fingers. I sniffed it, letting the scent fill my head. Dr. Wolf pushed a button on the arm of the chair and the back went down slowly until I was almost flat on my back with my head elevated slightly. Then he mounted me once more and inched his way slowly up my stomach, letting his ass slide along my skin. When his cock was bobbing just inches away from my mouth, he stopped and waited.