How to Create a Fuckboy

One afternoon in late August, Fuckboy and I were heading home after a good day at the beach. The sun was hot. The waves brought out some young surfers for me to watch. And the fuckboy made a dozen trips to the cabana with an assortment of men. As we rode, we were sharing a joint, and laughing about the different johns. We still had a few hours before the first client of the night was due to arrive. It was good to see the lad feeling so carefree. He said he couldn't wait to get home and have me fuck his ass. Neither could I.

Damn, though, the mood was sure spoiled when we got in the door. Vera was sitting at the table crying. Why do women always make a big deal over nothing?!

"What the fuck is wrong now, Bitch?" By the way, that line was from the fuckboy's mouth! He's come a long way. It took many months before he was comfortable not saying "Momma." Usually now he was calling her "Vera" but when he got mad at her, she was "Bitch." He had stopped granting her kisses and she had stopped begging for them. Instead, she had to watch as Fuckboy and I exchanged long loving smooches in front of her.

As he took off his bathing suit, she handed me a letter to read. Just a damn form letter from the school reminding parents to be sure their kids have their annual physicals before coming to class. "I forgot all about his exam. I never made an appointment with Dr. Weinstein. I was about to call his office when I remembered we don't have any fuckin health insurance now, thanks to you, you son of a bitch. Making me quit the job at Hooters. The pay wasn't great but at least they paid benefits. Now what the fuck are we gonna do!" She pounded the table for emphasis. "The letter says if we can't afford to use a doctor, the kid can be examined by the school district doctor. What a fuckin shame. Only losers use the school doctor."

"Shit, will you give it a rest, Bitch. I have everything under control. The boy will see the doctor this week."

She stared at me in disbelief. "But you have to make an appointment months in advance. Weinstein is the busiest pediatrician in town. And how the Hell do you think you can pay him. He's damn expensive without health insurance, Brother. But then you wouldn't know that, would you? All you know about is your fuckin dick!"

I was about to answer when her little boy interceded. "I don't think you heard him, Bitch. He said he's got it under control. Now, get your fat ass in that kitchen and make our dinner. We worked hard today and we's hungry. Come on, Sir, let's go in the bedroom like we talked about."

In the bedroom, I put on one of Fuckboy's favorite fuck music, Rimsky-Korsakov's "Capriccio Espanol." As I took off my pants, I complimented the fuckboy on the way he handled the bitch. He laughed and got on his knees to give me a good blow job. Then he lay down on the bed and handed me the KY. After his hole was ready, I knelt between his legs and lifted his hips up on to my thighs. I guided his butt down on my pole and held his pelvis as he bucked away happily. We smiled at each other. He really enjoyed getting his hole fucked now, especially by me. When I got ready to shoot, he shut his eyes, clamped his love muscle down on my shaft and waited for the warm cream to fill his gut.

As he did his enema and took his shower, I went back to the living room. It was a hot summer evening so I didn't bother dressing. I glanced into the kitchenette and Vera seemed to have calmed down a little. I went to the phone and called Doc. After we made an arrangement that was mutually beneficial, I hung up and went back to the kitchen.

"There, Bitch. It's all taken care of. Doc will see Tommy Thursday evening."

"You really got an appointment this week with the doctor?"

"I said so, didn't I?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I just don't understand how Dr. Weinstein could fit you in."

"The boy has a new doctor now."

Vera turned angry again. "But he's had Weinstein all his life! Why does he have to go to some stranger now? Where the Hell is his office?"

"First of all, he isn't a stranger. Tommy knows this doctor and likes him a lot. Second, the man makes house calls. He'll examine Tommy right here."

"Now I know you're fuckin lying. No doctor makes house calls any more."

"Well, this one does."

I saved him two hours on the schedule, one for the exam and one for the fuck. I agreed to waive my fee and he waived his.

On Thursday at 8, Doc arrived. Vera realized she'd seen him come to the apartment before but this time he was dressed in a suit and carried a medical bag. "Good Evening, Ms. Thorndike. Your brother asked me to give you this." He handed her a copy of his credentials, where he trained, where he did his residency, how long he's been in practice, everything to put her mind at ease. "I'm not a pediatrician, Ma'am. I'm in general practice. So whenever you or Mr. Thorndike have any problem, I'll be able to attend to you. Like if you need any help with weight loss." He didn't notice me gloating and went on. "And don't worry about the bills either. That's all been taken care of." Vera looked at me and I nodded. "Ma'am, you're welcome to come in with me for the exam." He walked down to the bedroom with Vera a few steps behind.

"Well, well, well, Tommy. I see you got your clothes off. All set for your physical?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good, good, good." Doc had a habit of repeating words three times. "You certainly look like a healthy young man. And you seem to be well adjusted. Ms. Thorndike, it's always good to see children who are comfortable with their bodies. Do you have a scale, Ma'am?" Vera got the bathroom scale. "Ahh, good, good, good. Let's see what you weigh, young man. Ahh, 59 pounds. How old are you Tommy?" Doc took out a tape measure and recorded his height: "4 foot 2 inches. Perfect for a boy your age and weight." He measured his chest, waist, hips and recorded them: "25, 23, 26." Then from his crotch to the floor "22. Perfect proportions."

Fuckboy started giggling. "Sorry, Sir."

"No, no, no, no problem, Tommy. I like to see a happy little boy." He took out his otoscope and peered in the boy's ears, up his nose, and down his throat. When he stuck the tongue depressor in his mouth, Fuckboy didn't gag at all; he's had much bigger things depressing his tongue. Doc looked in his eyes which were slightly red. We'd shared a toke that afternoon.

Doc took out his stethoscope and checked the boy's heart and lungs. "Very good, very good, very good."

Fuckboy sat down and Doc took his little mallet and hit his knee. "Reflexes are good." He felt his ankles, belly, in fact, he felt the boy all over. He pulled back the foreskin. "Excellent, excellent, excellent. I see you've been washing under there like I showed you. Good habit. Good, good, good. Keep it up. Clean out the smegma in there."

"Is that the same as dick cheese, Doc?"

"Yes, yes, yes. The medical term is smegma, but it is a lot like cheese."

Fuckboy giggled. "A few of the men I suck are uncut, Carson, and Becker, and umm, oh yeah, Jennings, and they sometimes gots dick cheese in there." The bitch shuddered. "Is it ok if I eat it, Doc?"

"Well, as long as it's not old and dry and smelly, there's no harm in digesting a little, no, no, no. It's just fat and protein. Some research even shows it may contain some enzymes that fight bateria. So, it may even be good for you, ha, ha, ha."

Doc continued his exam. "Now make a nice boner for me, Tommy." She mumbled something about Weinstein never asking that. Fuckboy dutifully whacked away at his meat until he had a pretty little nail. Doc measure it: "Penis just over an inch. We don't want it getting too big, now, do we?" Fuckboy giggled. Doc felt around the nuts. "OK, OK, OK. Now stand up and bend over." Doc put on a latex finger and probed Fuckboy's asshole. "Have you been doing your kegels?"

"Yes Sir." Vera looked at me. I learned later she knew all about kegels; after she gave birth to the fuckboy, her obstetrician taught her the exercise to regain good bowel function.

"Good, good, good. And do all the men use condoms?"

"Yes Sir. I keeps 'em right here by my bed."

"Good, good, good. You be sure they always do. And make sure they use lots of lube."

"Yes Sir. I keeps that right here too."

"Good, good, good. And before you take a cock in your mouth, do you look at it like I told you?"

"Most of the time, Sir."

"No, no, no. You have to do it every time! And if you see a sore or a nick, you tell the guy, sorry, you can't suck him. And if he gives you a hard time, you tell your uncle. That's doctor's orders. We don't want you catching any diseases, young man."

Vera couldn't take it any longer. "He shouldn't be fucking at his age any way! He's way too young. His body's too small. It's sick!"

"No, Ma'am. That's not so. A boy's sphincter is quite capable of taking a man's cock. Even boys half Tommy's age! And fucking is a perfectly healthy activity, as long as he enjoys it. Do you enjoy it, Tommy Boy?"

"Oh yes Sir. I didn't always at first, but now I likes it lots. 'Specially with you, Doc. Hehe." The kid sure knew how to please a client.

"You see, Ma'am. Even young kids have sexual appetites. They need to have a good healthy outlet for them, just like all of us do." Vera sighed and looked at the ceiling. It had been at least five weeks since she'd been laid, and I expected she was getting pretty horny, especially seeing the parade of testosterone visiting her son every day.

"Sir, what's that thing?" Fuckboy pointed to Doc's belt.

"That's my pager, Young Man. A doctor is always, always, always on call, in case I'm needed at the hospital or somewhere."

"I hope they don't call you in the middle of my fuck Sir."

"Oh, ho, ho, ho. No, no, no. I have a colleague, another doctor, and right now he's covering my calls. I do the same for him." Doc looked at me. "He's got a wife AND a mistress, so I have to cover a lot of his calls. He owes me big time. We won't be interrupted."

Doc said he was done and Fuckboy lay on the bed. "Ma'am, your son is very healthy in every way. I'll just fill in this report and you can bring it to the school. Uh, do you have any questions for me?"

"I certainly do! I have to ask you about marijuana. I know he's been exposed to it and I'm concerned." Sure can't pull any wool over Vera's eyes!

Doc turned to the fuckboy. "Well, he is kinda young to start. But then most boys his age haven't begun to fuck either, unfortunately. How often do you smoke weed, Tommy?"

"Yes Sir. Two, maybe three times a week. Me and him share a toke. You want some, Doc?"

"No, but thanks for the offer. You're a very generous young man. When you toke, does your heart beat a little faster?" Fuckboy nodded. "and your mouth feels dry? And you feel hungry, too, right? And of course, your eyes get red.

"Ma'am, a lot of my colleagues would probably disagree with me, but I don't think it's all that terrible. After a couple hours, most symptoms go away. Tobacco is much more unhealthy." Doc looked at me and I put my ciggy out. "I'd be glad to help you stop smoking, Mr. Thorndike." Now Vera was the one to gloat. "But people don't die from pot like they do from smoking. I did my residency in California, and of course, out there the medical community is more friendly to cannabis. It looks like your Tommy has learned to handle it." He turned to the boy. "I have to warn you however not to do more than two joints a week, and only one on the weekend after school starts, because it can effect your studies. Also, make sure you know your source, Tommy. You don't want to get weed that has been laced with anything else and you don't want superstrength pot. Your small body couldn't handle it. Finally, Tommy, you might want to vape your pot instead of smoke it."

"What's that, Sir?"

"Well, you stick the weed in a vaporizor, and inhale the mist instead of the smoke. In fact, there is no smoke, no, no, no. No smell. And you don't get all the chemicals that might be harmful. But you still get the nice feeling, the buzz."

"Wow! That's great, Sir! Ain't that great, Vera?" She didn't respond.

"Ask your supplier. I'm sure he can get you a vape." I told Doc I'd give Carson a call and make sure he brings one with him next Tuesday.

Doc packed up his medical bag. "Now, Ma'am, Tommy and I have some other business to take care of." He started taking off his pants. "You're welcome to stay and watch if you want." Vera gave a big harumph and left the room. I thanked Doc and left also. I know Doc's favorite position was cowboy, and soon Vera and I were both treated to loud whoopin' and hollerin' as Doc collected his fee from Fuckboy in private.

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