1. A Date with the Vet


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Gay, Oral Sex, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 70, Source: sexstories.com

    It happens once in while that you see someone and your stomach does a “flip-flop”, your heart starts racing and you lose all speech co-ordination! That’s how it began but that’s not how it ended….. The love of my life (my cat that is!) had developed a bit of a cough. It only happened first thing in the mornings usually but since he wasn’t a smoker and it was just not like him, I was worried. So a visit to the Vet was booked. My local Vets’ Surgery was one of a chain and you never seemed to see the same Vet twice – not that I went that often, thankfully. Usually though, the Vet on duty was a woman and, to be honest, I was sitting there waiting to be called and expecting a white-coated woman to appear and call my name, as usual. I was suddenly aware of a man’s voice calling quietly, “Next?” from across the room and I turned to see where it came from. There he was, this vision of male beauty, and he was repeating at me, “Yes, next? Do you want to come through?” That was when my stomach did that “flip-flop” thing and my heart started going like the clappers. He was fucking gorgeous and I couldn’t believe my luck! Yes, well, there was the cat of course, so I had to gather my wits about me and in the consulting room I did my level best to explain the symptoms – while he stood there, just across the table, looking directly into my eyes every second; it’s most unnerving when someone does that but it’s a dead give-away! image I’d better tell you what he was like, I suppose. He was ...
    about 26-28, maybe 5’ 10”, slim, clean-shaven and with a thick mop of ever-so-slightly-tousled black hair. He had broad shoulders and deep brown eyes – in fact, his eyes were so dark that, with the light of the window behind him, I couldn’t tell whether or not his pupils were dilated – the other give-away sign you look for! He was wearing just a T-shirt and blue jeans but the T-shirt was a bit short and wasn’t tucked-in, so as he stood there and my eyes flicked south to “the zone” (that’s another give-away!), I caught just a tantalizing glimpse of his tummy above the waist of his jeans, and the brief hint of a neat little “treasure-trail” of hairs. He had a company badge on his shirt that read simply, “Austin”. The cat was now out of his basket and being held by me on the table between us, shedding fur everywhere as cats do when they get agitated! I was doing the best I could to keep to the proper subject, explaining the circumstances and Austin was nodding and suggesting a few things. He didn’t think it was anything serious – nothing like cat-flu or anything infectious; it was probably just a minor irritation or allergy to something. As a routine check, Austin decided to weigh him. Holding the cat, he came around the table to where the weighing-scales were, on the floor in the corner, and with the broad shoulders of his back now towards me, he bent forwards to put the cat on the machine. Oh God! As he bent over and his loose shirt pulled up, he revealed his bare back, soft ...
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