by Dick Gear
“Okay, so let’s just say I agree to do it. What then?”
His eyes get wide and his nostrils do that flare I’ve seen him do when he gets excited. “Well. That’s a great question. I think we should just play it by ear. See what happens, no expectations.”
“Shit. I got nothing to lose, Dr. Morgan. I’m game if you are.”
A huge shit‐eating grin spreads across his face and I think his pants tent up at the same time. Dude is pretty damn psyched.
“I’ll just call Elena and have her come by.” He gets up and hurries to his phone, then punches a few numbers. He winks at me as he begins talking.
“Elena honey. Would you mind swinging by the office? I’m in session with my new client, Allen. I have something to ask you.”
Then he hangs up the phone.
When he sits back down, he can barely keep still. His legs are moving, hands fidgeting, eyes darting all over. “So…she…ah…she should be here any moment now.”
He’s breathing all heavy and shit.
I have a flashback to my time in the hell house. Strapped to the bed with Katrina sucking my cock and then punching me in the nuts when I started to cum in her mouth.
I try to bring myself back to the present moment. I don’t want to be having PTSD and shit right now. This is too good. Got to get my head in the game.
There’s a knock on the door and Dr. Morgan calls out. “Come in, bitch!”
Winks at me again. What the fuck?
Elena enters wearing jeans, sneakers, beige sweater. Doesn’t really look ready to have sex or anything. Her hair’s pulled back in a bun and she looks exactly like I said. An ice queen. The first thing she says is, “Dan, I’ve been thinking about this and I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
Dr. Morgan stands and his face scrunches up like a little kid who’s just been told he needs to come inside right at the bottom of the ninth inning of his backyard baseball game. “What do you mean? Elena, we already discussed this, talked it to death. Damn near anyway.”
She glances at me. “We don’t know him and he’s a patient. You could get in tremendous trouble. We could lose everything. I really think we should just reconsider. Let’s talk another time, okay?”
She turns to go.
“Absolutely not,” he says. “Don’t turn your back on me, Elena. I’m telling you, I know Allen’s a good guy. He’s trustworthy. He was kidnapped, anally raped‐‐“
“Violated. Anally violated, with a dildo,” I explain.
“Whatever. He never said a word to the police.”
Elena shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Dan. This is just…it’s better off left as a fantasy.”
Dr. Morgan throws up his hands. “Unbelievable! Allen was right about you.
You know that? He saw you for all of ten seconds and even he knew you’re nothing but an ice queen.”
“He said that?” Her eyes narrow and she turns her gaze on me. “You called me an ice queen you ugly, deformed little fuck?”
“I said you seem cold. Mostly to get under Dr. Morgan’s skin, though. But I suppose maybe you are that way.”
“You don’t know a thing about me.”
Dr. Morgan laughs. “He might not, but I do. I’ve known you for twelve years, twelve miserable years. And this one time I thought you might finally do something for me. I’ve supported you, given you everything you wanted. This fancy house, money, vacations in the Caribbean. And what do I get out of it?” The guy is pacing around the room now in a real frenzy. “I get shit, that’s what.”
“You ungrateful bastard.” She comes further into the room. “I’m the one who has to put up with your anxiety, your panic attacks. The rages, the alcoholism.
Constantly belittling me and fighting with me over anything and everything. Your limp dick, you can only get hard if I tell you about me fucking other men while we’re together. You couldn’t even give me a child. Everything? You’ve given me absolutely nothing of value except money. And I don’t even care about money!”
I stand up. “Look, this is getting very awkward for me. I’ll leave and let you two have at it, okay?”
“Yes, maybe that’s best,” Dr. Morgan says, deflated.
But his wife is still angry. And suddenly I see a victorious smile spread across her face. “You know what?” She walks towards me with purpose. “I actually think you’re really hot. Do you have a big cock?”
“Big enough.”
“Let’s see it.” She drops to her knees right in front of me.
Dr. Morgan is stunned. “Wait a second. Please. I know I pushed too hard.
Honey, don’t do that.”
But she’s already pulling down my sweatpants and I don’t wear underwear anymore, it’s too difficult to put those on with my stumps. My cock is stiff and at attention and it’s out for everyone to see.
She licks her lipstick‐red lips and then gets so close to my dick that she can smell my cocksweat. She looks back at her husband. “You like this, you sick fuck?”
Dr. Morgan stumbles back against his desk. His face is pale, sweaty. His nostrils flare. “My god, you’re really going to do it!”
“Yup. And I’m going to enjoy being with a REAL man for once.”
I turn my head to Dr. Morgan. “She’s just trying to upset you.”
He waves me off. “Shut up Allen. Shut the fuck up.”
“Fine,” I say. “Shit, bitch, you gonna stare at that dick all day? It won’t just suck itself you know.”
She looks up at me and smiles. Like, a real, warm smile. “True.”
She grabs the shaft with one dry hand and starts stroking it. Up and down, up and down. She knows what she’s doing, has a light touch. “Shit, baby. Not bad at all.”
“A real man appreciates my touch,” she says.
“Yeah. Must be quite a loser who doesn’t fuck you every damn night. You know I would.”
She’s stroking it harder and faster. “I want to suck it.”
Dr. Morgan pipes up now. “Honey, I want you to lick his ballsack.”
I glance up at him. “What’s with the stage directions, dude? You’re bugging me.”
“Lick his balls, honey. Please. Up and down the scrotum.”
I look down at her. My dick’s going to get soft if he keeps that up. “Don’t listen to him,” I tell her. “I don’t even like having my balls licked all that much.”
She starts quickly sucking the head of my cock. Putting her mouth on and then taking it off so it makes a popping sound. It feels good. She’s got strong bj technique.
Dr. Morgan slams his fist on the desk. “What the hell? I told you to lick his nuts. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.”
“Shut it, Morgan,” I tell him. “Your wife knows what she wants to do.”
“I’m in charge of the action,” he says. “Those are the rules. That’s what she and I discussed.”
“Once the shit goes down, all bets are off,” I tell him. “You know that now.”
His wife is starting to really suck me off now. Her lips swallow the entire shaft and she works her lips all the way down to my balls. “Put those balls in your mouth too,” I command. “Get it all in, you big‐mouthed whore.”
She tries her damndest. I wrap my stumps around to the back of her head and start trying to force it all in. She’s gagging, choking on my dick. I start pumping and thrusting. Now I’m shoving it in and out, mouth‐fucking her seriously.
Her husband is watching. He starts unzipping his pants and then suddenly his dick is out. It’s like two inches, tops, and he’s jerking it, pulling it like it’s some kind of saltwater taffy.
“Ugh. Jesus, that’s sick. I can’t do this.” I step back.
Elena looks over her shoulder and sees him. She points at the office door.
“Dan. You need to go. Get.”
He’s still tugging away. “Please.”
“Go. Get out. You’re disgusting.”
“Please. I want to finish.”
“Uh‐uh.
Get out. You and your little‐boy cock. Out. You can close the door and listen.”
He sighs. Hangs his head. He walks out of the office with his dick still out, then closes the door. But not all the way.
“I can still see him out there watching us,” I tell her.
“Dan!” She yells.
The door shuts.
Now it’s just her and me.
“I want to fuck your hairy pussy,” I say.
She lies down on the white carpet and starts pulling off her jeans. I help, using my teeth. I can smell her pussy and see a big wet stain on her little pink panties. “Get your panties off. Hurry.”
She’s moaning. She takes them off and I start foraging through that black, gnarly bush with my tongue. She’s wet as hell, a little stinky but nothing I can’t handle. I start eating that pussy like it’s a turkey club.
“Oh! Oh Shit!” she shouts, her limbs flailing wildly as I suck that fat pussy of hers.
She’s definitely into it, this isn’t an act. Not with the amount of juice I’m getting in my mouth. Like a geyser.
“Take off your shirt,” I tell her.
Next thing I know, we’re both naked on the floor of the office. I can picture Dr. Morgan huddled outside the door pulling his two inch taffy, but I try not to keep it in my head for long. It’s enough to kill my erection.
“Put it in me, please,” she moans.
“Hell yeah. You’re gonna feel what a real man’s dick feels like.”
I slide right in. She gasps. “Oh god, it’s huge.”
“I’m gonna tear you up, baby. Might even give you a kid.”
“Oh, cum in me.”
I start sliding in and out of that black‐bushed vag. It’s hot and warm and she’s leaking all over me like a fucking sieve.
“Damn baby, you’re a squirter, huh.”
“Fuck me with that huge man‐cock!” she shrieks.
“Hope there’s no patients in the waiting room.”
“Who cares, just fuck me. Fuck my pussy. I’m cumming.”
I pump harder. She starts to cum and her legs wrap and squeeze around me.
“Cum on her face!” I hear from outside the door.
“Don’t listen to him,” she whispers.
“It’s not that bad of an idea. And then you can show him what I did to you.”
She smiles. “Okay.”
I pull out of her and then stand up, while she gets on her knees again. She tilts her face towards me and sticks her tongue out. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the door to the office cracking open.
Dr. Morgan really is one twisted motherfucker, I think. But I kind of like the guy for it. Maybe I should just give him a show.
So I tell Elena to suck me off and use her hand. “I’m close.”
She goes hard at it, really aiming to please. Her forehead is sweaty and her hair’s all out of place. Spit’s flowing down her chin.
I feel those oh‐so‐familiar stirrings in my junk. “Here it comes, take me out and point me at your fucking stupid face.”
She does as I command. “Yes, cum right on my face.”
“While Dr. Morgan watches.”
“Make him watch a real man fuck my face.”
“That’s right. Jerk me more.”
She’s jerking me and then I shoot a huge set of ropes. White, stringy cum splatters her face, good enough for a photo on a porn site. Gets all across her eyelashes and cheeks. She starts sucking the head of my cock as I continue to shoot loads into her throat. “Goddamn I’m spraying you like a fire hose!”
She gurgles and gags on the juice.
I hear a strangled noise from just outside the room. Dr. Morgan must be finishing up too.
What a pathetic S.O.B.
Finally, we’re all done.
“Baby, can you pull up my sweats for me?” I say. She helps me get my stuff back on. She’s still got jizz all over her face, even her hands.
“Thanks, honey.”
The door opens and Dr. Morgan walks back into the room. Thank god, he’s put his miniscule prick away. Pants are zipped up. He looks sweaty and disheveled like he’s the one who just screwed somebody.
“So, that’s the end of today’s session,” he says with a slight smile.
Elena spins and faces him, and Morgan’s smile turns into a frown. “Honey,”
he says. “You…ummm….might want to clean that up.”
“Why?” she says. “I’m not ashamed.”
“No? Some strange man cums all over your face and you don’t feel like maybe it would be polite to at least clean the sperm off your chin?”
“Not really. I kind of like it. In fact I might just cook and eat dinner like this.”
“Bitch.”
“Emasculated idiot.”
“Whore.”
“Little‐dick, little brain, faggot.”
They go back and forth like this with the insults and then suddenly they kiss, tongue and everything.
I reel away from them, disgusted. “Jesus, man! You’re sucking my cum out of her mouth!” I nearly puke.
But they just keep making out. Ugh. Holy crap. I run out of the office.
There IS someone in the waiting room. An older man is reading a magazine and looking like nothing whatsoever is wrong with this picture.
I get outside and realize I don’t have a ride home.
So I sit and wait for the old man’s session to get over and then I knock on Dr.
Morgan’s door.
When he sees me, he looks happily surprised. “Oh, Allen! Fancy seeing you back so soon!”
“I never left. I don’t have any money or a ride.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Could you lend me a few—“
“Sure.” He starts to take out his wallet and then he stops. Looks up at me with blazing, excited eyes. The nostrils flare. I know what that means now.
“What’s going on in that crazy head of yours?” I say.
“You’re going to be kicked out of your mom’s house soon?”
“Pretty much. Like I said, I’m going to try being homeless for a while.”
He throws his arm over my shoulder. I can’t really look at him since the whole cum slurping incident between him and his wife. But he’s been pretty cool to me, so I let him touch me even though it skeeves me out.
“Allen, I’d like to make you an offer.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“How would you like to stay with us?”
“What, here? At your house?”
He nods. “Yes. Why not? Elena loves you. I like you.”
“She loves me?”
“She likes fucking you.”
“Oh, cool. By the way, I was wrong about her. She’s not an ice queen. She blew me like a damn champ.”
“She’ll be glad to know it. So…”
“Stay here,” I muse. “Huh. What do I have to do?”
“Nothing. Well, maybe fuck my wife a few times a day and let me watch.”
I think about it. “I don’t really enjoy it when you’re in the room giving instructions, though.”
“We can work out those pesky details. Maybe in the beginning I can just watch from the corner of the room and be quiet.”
“Sure. Why not.”
“Yes!” He fist‐pumps. “This is going to be totally awesome.”
“Will Elena be cool with it?”
“Sure,” he waves me off. “She’s fine. And you’ll stay in the guest room unless we specially request you to come into our bed with us.”
“No three ways. I’m not—“
“—into dudes. I know. I get it.” He laughs and pulls me inside.
We walk through the office and then into the main house. It’s a very nice, fancy shmancy place that is nicer than almost any house I’ve ever been in. Lots of paintings, nice furniture that you feel like you shouldn’t touch. It’s kind of stale and stuffy, but it’s better than being on the street.
Elena is in the kitchen, cooking at t
he stove. For a second I think she must have not washed her face like she threatened to do, but when she turns around, I see that she has. She looks cleaned up, new clothes, all of it.
When she sees me she just stands there, shocked.
Dr. Morgan laughs. “We’ve got a new house guest.”
“Hi, Elena,” I say. “Hope it’s okay if I stay for a bit.”
She smiles. “That might be nice.”
My dick’s hard again.
We go upstairs, just me and Dr. Morgan. He shows me the guest room where I’ll be staying. Got a nice queen sized bed and my own TV with cable. Towels and stuff in the closet. A bathroom in the hall right across from my room.
“I need some help with certain day‐to‐day activities,” I say.
“Elena will help with whatever you need.” He winks. “Take your time and get settled up here before dinner.”
So I throw myself on the bed and then fall into a light sleep.
Dr. Morgan comes up and calls me to dinner sometime later. I come downstairs and the table is set for a really nice steak dinner with mashed potatoes, green beans. Red wine.
“I can’t eat by myself,” I say.
Elena pats my leg and then begins to cut my food and feed me. “Good?” she asks.
“Unbelievable.” And it’s true. This food is amazing.
We make small talk through dinner. Dr. Morgan talks about some of his patients and Elena and I give our opinions on them.
Dr. Morgan is very interested in my thoughts and theories on psychology even though I only took a few basic psych courses in college. I give my opinion confidently, interspersed with letting Elena shovel steak and mashed potatoes in my mouth.
“You’ve got a sharp analytical mind, Allen,” he tells me.
“I’m a student of human nature,” I say, and then belch. “Excuse me.”
Elena and Dr. Morgan laugh. “Should we retire to the family room?” he says.
We leave the food and dishes and then go into the large family room that has a sixty‐inch plasma TV and great big, soft couches to sink into. The three of us sit down, Elena in between Dr. Morgan and I.
They put on The Apprentice and we watch, each of us critiquing the various idiots who are participating.
When that show’s done, Dr. Morgan puts on some shitty horror movie. We watch and goof on that as well. The three of us are having a ball. Laughing, joking, getting along great.