THE TRANSITION OF DOCTOR OLIVER TO THAT OF A MAN NAMED REID (CHAPTER FOUR))
Title: THE TRANSITION OF DOCTOR OLIVER TO REID
Author Lure247 (AKA Laura)
Characters/Pairings: LUKE/REID
Summary: Reid tells us the story of how he fell for his sons best friend.......although it's not your conventional love story.
Warnings: This is going to be a smutty story, with language, so for those of you who aren't keen on NC17 rated stories or swearing, please read no further, not all chapters will be, but as Reid will begin to tell you in a moment, this isn't a tale of romance, it's a tale of two hot guys, getting stuff off their chests!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters; if I did then things would be different
SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE
He collapses back down onto the chair, I narrow my eyes slightly and can’t contain my “tut” as his cock leaks little beads of cum onto the black leather, I make a mental note that I’ll need to surgically clean that later.
Hey! I’m not diseased
No, but humans are germ breeders, god knows what bacterial manifestations were now making a home in the leather……….my leather.
I walk slowly backwards, away from the chair and as the backs of my legs hit the mattress I sit carefully onto the bed.
Awww, was your arse sore….
Yeah! Little bit….
I’m fully aware that my breathing is erratic and I place the palms of my hands down onto the bed, picturing my yoga poses in my mind to relax me.
Oh! Do you remember that time I came into the apartment and caught you doing yoga and we…..
We’ll get to that Snyder, be patient!
I’m looking at him, he’s looking at me, both our chests heaving, breathing out together in unison, from the look on his face I get the impression that he thinks this is far from over, just give me a break Mr Snyder, just five minutes, god, I think I’m about to have a heart attack.
But, he’s up, almost tip toeing over towards me; I cast my eyes over his body as he makes his way over. From head to toe, from each blade of hair on his head, to the tip of his toenails, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, he certainly has the most perfect body I’ve ever seen, besides mine of course.
“You like what you see?” he asks
“I think we can firmly establish that, yes, Mr Snyder, I like what I see!”
“Good! Because I like what I see too!”
“Oh yeah! What do you see?”
He’s right in front of me now, I scoot myself backwards onto the bed as he climbs over me and then lies down to my side, his arm reaches out and he begins to stroke through my hair.
“A good head of hair, I like that in older guys, I’m not so keen on the balding look.” He states as he twirls my curls in his finger, he props his head up onto his hand, his elbow bent into the mattress, his finger begins to slide down my face. “You have an extraordinary profile, sparkling eyes, when you show it, which isn’t often, but when you do you have a nice smile.”
His finger continues to travel downwards “Your Adam’s apple, the way it bobs and your collar bone” he states tracing his finger along the length of said bone “is very pronounced, very masculine.” He takes his finger to his mouth and wets the tip of it slightly then begins to rub his saliva into my right nipple “Your nipples, now, I think this one is my personal favourite, it’s a little smaller than the left.”
“They’re the same size!” I correct him, leaning my head up off the mattress slightly to get a better look at my nipples, but I can’t crane my neck that far.
“Nope, they’re not, the left is just marginally bigger, so yep, the right is my favourite, that’s not to say I don’t like the left one, just favour the right one.” He finishes his sentence, then shows me how much he prefers the right one by leaning over me and circling his tongue over the nipple, I feel his tongue brush over the areola, feeling it glide over the bumps and irregularities and then he bites down on it and I moan out slightly, clenching my fist into the sheets underneath.
He moves back to the side, once again resting his head onto his hand and smiles at me before continuing, his finger once more at my nipple he glides it downwards, in the line between my chest, running it down the groove and then moving it from side to side “You have a fantastically defined abdomen, you work out?”
I shake my head “I don’t have time to……work out!”
“How come you’re in such great shape?”
I honestly think he’s winding me up, teasing me, toying with me, me….in great shape, OK, I would never deny that I have a great body, but it’s just because I am constantly on the move and eat well.
Ha ha ha ha, you call microwave dinners and fast food convenience eating well?
OK, maybe not well, but in moderation, I don’t eat more than my required portion.
Come again?
Shut up
My lack of response prompts Mr Snyder to talk again “You think I’m making a joke, don’t you? I’m being serious, for a guy in his late thirties you have a really great body, just saying! Now this” he states as he fists my cock into his hand “is probably my favourite part, so thick, fat.” He glides his tongue across the tip and my grip on the bedsheet tightens, I feel the arousal and to my absolute amazement there are signs of life in the old dog, it just needs a bit more coaxing, please continue Mr Snyder.
He sets to work as soon as he realises that his touch has sparked a reaction from my cock, rubbing his thumb across the tip gently I clench my teeth, both hands now gripping onto the bedsheet, god, it’s been so long since anyone’s gone down on me, given me a hand job or been anywhere near that region, just don’t be at all surprised Mr Snyder if I cum all over your face.
Maybe I would have liked that
No maybe about it, I know you would have.
His fist gently strokes up my length, he’s gripping on tight, not squeezing, but tight enough that the friction is beginning to do it’s job, several strokes and my cock is standing to attention, probably shouting “There’s nothing left, you’ve drained me dry” but still it stands, like a geezer almost ready to explode. As his fist continues to stroke he rolls onto his back and reaches out to my bedside table, I hear him open a drawer; I’m too lost to care about what he’s doing. I hear him say “a ha” and then he’s lying by my side again, the sound of a plastic lid being opened echoing in my ear, my eyes open, but before I can look to see what he’s up to there’s a hand under my arse, in my crack, fingers near my hole, in my hole, inside me, rotating and twisting.
“AH!” I groan, my eyes close tightly shut once more, my back arches without permission, my toes curl, I feel the nub of his middle finger scratch against my prostate, then his fingers slowly withdraw, then back again, only this time it stretches me more.
Four fingers
His other hand is still at my cock, stroking fast now, he pours a little lubrication on my tip and it feels cold as it glides down the shaft. I’ve never been keen on the sound that lube generates when someone fists you, that kind of a wet, smacking sound, but this time, it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
For some reason Mr Snyder is groaning, “ah….ah….oh…” I open one eye and see him on his front, his right arm, the hand of which is inside me, is lying underneath is body, most likely dead by now from lack of circulation, his left hand stroking me and in perfect rhythm with his strokes he’s grinding himself down onto the duvet, generating friction against his own cock, he’s getting off, being masturbated by fabric.
I was happy to let him continue like this, but regardless my hand travelled down the small space that there was between us, underneath his body, I can’t reach the base, just the last two inches, as much as I try to stretch, I’m not going to give him cause to stop what he’s doing to me, so I reach as far as I can and tug at his cock, groping hard.
“Fuck!” he cries out, he moves himself a little further up the bed so I can get better access and then when I get my fist around his cock he begins to rock himself into it, I don’t move it, I open both eyes now, watching the display in front of me, he’s fucking my hand, quite literally.
This little Snyder display has me on the edge, for the third time in less than an hour I’m cumming and just as hard as the first time, he strokes me through my orgasm, his fingers inside me still, against my prostate, rubbing as my body tenses with each spasm running through my body, my fluid landing onto his fist and up onto my abdomen, thick, beads of creamy cloudy liquid.
“Turn over!” I instruct and as obedient as ever he rolls onto his back, his fingers sliding out of me with a sound.
I cover the tip of his cock with my mouth and continue to stroke as he now moans “Ahhh” shooting his own blend of salty juices to the back of my throat, I swallow and feel the liquid travel down my oesophagus as he continues writhing beneath me on the mattress, his hands reaching out to the sheets and gripping tightly to them as each shudder passes through him.
I collapse onto my back once again, within seconds he’s on top of me, gliding his tongue over my stomach, scooping up the juices with his thick tongue, bringing it inwards and I watch as he swallows it down, then returns circling his tongue around my belly button, at one point he even dips his finger into my cum as though it’s some kind of dipping sauce, like humous, he licks it off the tip of his finger than dips it back in again.
Mmm yummy!
“Do you want some chips with that?” I ask
He laughs and rolls back on the bed; he curls up onto his side and closes his eyes.
“Err, what do you think you are doing?” I question
He yawns “Going to sleep.”
“Not here you’re not, this is my bed.”
“Seriously? After…..that, you’re not going to let me sleep here?”
“Nope” I reply as I kick my legs out to the side, with one quick push, as he was already very close to the edge, I manage to kick him off the side and I hear the crash he lands in a heap onto the wooden floor below.
“So….I guess I’ll go back to the couch then?” He replies, putting on the most pathetic attempt at a sad voice I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Guess so.” I reply as I pull the duvet down and then up over my knees and to my chest. I roll over and turn the bed side light off leaving him in the darkness.
“Ouch!” he shouts as he walks into my office desk, “shit!” he proclaims as he stubs his toe into the chair, eventually he finds his way to the door and I see the light seep through the door from the living room “Night then” he calls out into the darkness.
“Goodbye Mr Snyder!”
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I over sleep the next morning, I never over sleep, I curse at my alarm clock only then to realise that it did in fact go off, I must have turned it off and gone back to sleep, I never do that.
I get out of the bed in a hurry, but after stepping one foot onto the floor my buttocks clench shut together, marking it as a no entry route.
“ARGHH” I shout out, my arse feels like it has a pine cone inside it and my cock is throbbing so hard it feels like’s it’s at least ten times it’s normal size, I look down to check and it isn’t.
I shower quickly, with difficulty, dress and am in the kitchen in under fifteen minutes of waking, at the coffee machine, willing it to make the coffee faster, I reach up to the cupboard for a cup and when I return to my normal stance there’s a figure behind me, close behind me, I turn my head and see Mr Snyder, grinning inanely.
“I don’t have time.” I state pouring the coffee into a polystyrene cup; I’ll drink it on the way to work, save time.
I feel his morning erection digging into me….
It wasn’t my morning erection; it was my Doctor Oliver erection
I turn around, his erection now digging into my crotch, he fingers his hand through my hair, trailing his tips down the side of my face “Morning” he states, still with the stupid grin smirked across his dimpled face.
He leans forward and kisses at the section of my neck he can get to, the part that isn’t enclosed beneath my shirt.
“I don’t have time Mr Snyder!” I repeat myself, however, I don’t move away, as his hand gropes over the fabric of my trousers and his lips leave moisture against the skin at my neck, I find myself tilting my head to the side to give him a better access.
We hear a noise come from further down the hallway.
“David’s up?” Luke states, stepping back from me.
“So am I now!” I exclaim, looking down at the bulge in my trousers.
We hear footsteps approaching and as the figure that is David approaches the kitchen bar Luke places his finger to his lips and makes a shhh sound, I guess that he doesn’t want David to know about last nights shenanigans.
“Morning” David calls out to us both, he leans towards me and kisses me on the forehead.
“Morning” I reply, as I retreat around to the other side of the kitchen bar, hiding my hard erection from my Son, the erection that I’ve just been given by his best friend.
“You OK Dad? You’re walking kinda funny.” David asks, and Luke stifles a laugh, I give him a look.
“I’m fine, I’m off, don’t make a mess.” As I walk, or try to walk, to the door David calls out to me.
“We won’t be here for much of the day; we’re going out on a double date.”
Luke turns quickly, adding “It’s David’s idea, I’m just going along to make the numbers up really.”
As I turn the handle to the door I reply “You don’t need to report back to me……” I look at Luke specifically as I say “either of you!”
I think you doth protest too much!!!
I think you can just shut up!
Author Lure247 (AKA Laura)
Characters/Pairings: LUKE/REID
Summary: Reid tells us the story of how he fell for his sons best friend.......although it's not your conventional love story.
Warnings: This is going to be a smutty story, with language, so for those of you who aren't keen on NC17 rated stories or swearing, please read no further, not all chapters will be, but as Reid will begin to tell you in a moment, this isn't a tale of romance, it's a tale of two hot guys, getting stuff off their chests!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters; if I did then things would be different
SEXUAL CONTENT AND LANGUAGE
He collapses back down onto the chair, I narrow my eyes slightly and can’t contain my “tut” as his cock leaks little beads of cum onto the black leather, I make a mental note that I’ll need to surgically clean that later.
Hey! I’m not diseased
No, but humans are germ breeders, god knows what bacterial manifestations were now making a home in the leather……….my leather.
I walk slowly backwards, away from the chair and as the backs of my legs hit the mattress I sit carefully onto the bed.
Awww, was your arse sore….
Yeah! Little bit….
I’m fully aware that my breathing is erratic and I place the palms of my hands down onto the bed, picturing my yoga poses in my mind to relax me.
Oh! Do you remember that time I came into the apartment and caught you doing yoga and we…..
We’ll get to that Snyder, be patient!
I’m looking at him, he’s looking at me, both our chests heaving, breathing out together in unison, from the look on his face I get the impression that he thinks this is far from over, just give me a break Mr Snyder, just five minutes, god, I think I’m about to have a heart attack.
But, he’s up, almost tip toeing over towards me; I cast my eyes over his body as he makes his way over. From head to toe, from each blade of hair on his head, to the tip of his toenails, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, he certainly has the most perfect body I’ve ever seen, besides mine of course.
“You like what you see?” he asks
“I think we can firmly establish that, yes, Mr Snyder, I like what I see!”
“Good! Because I like what I see too!”
“Oh yeah! What do you see?”
He’s right in front of me now, I scoot myself backwards onto the bed as he climbs over me and then lies down to my side, his arm reaches out and he begins to stroke through my hair.
“A good head of hair, I like that in older guys, I’m not so keen on the balding look.” He states as he twirls my curls in his finger, he props his head up onto his hand, his elbow bent into the mattress, his finger begins to slide down my face. “You have an extraordinary profile, sparkling eyes, when you show it, which isn’t often, but when you do you have a nice smile.”
His finger continues to travel downwards “Your Adam’s apple, the way it bobs and your collar bone” he states tracing his finger along the length of said bone “is very pronounced, very masculine.” He takes his finger to his mouth and wets the tip of it slightly then begins to rub his saliva into my right nipple “Your nipples, now, I think this one is my personal favourite, it’s a little smaller than the left.”
“They’re the same size!” I correct him, leaning my head up off the mattress slightly to get a better look at my nipples, but I can’t crane my neck that far.
“Nope, they’re not, the left is just marginally bigger, so yep, the right is my favourite, that’s not to say I don’t like the left one, just favour the right one.” He finishes his sentence, then shows me how much he prefers the right one by leaning over me and circling his tongue over the nipple, I feel his tongue brush over the areola, feeling it glide over the bumps and irregularities and then he bites down on it and I moan out slightly, clenching my fist into the sheets underneath.
He moves back to the side, once again resting his head onto his hand and smiles at me before continuing, his finger once more at my nipple he glides it downwards, in the line between my chest, running it down the groove and then moving it from side to side “You have a fantastically defined abdomen, you work out?”
I shake my head “I don’t have time to……work out!”
“How come you’re in such great shape?”
I honestly think he’s winding me up, teasing me, toying with me, me….in great shape, OK, I would never deny that I have a great body, but it’s just because I am constantly on the move and eat well.
Ha ha ha ha, you call microwave dinners and fast food convenience eating well?
OK, maybe not well, but in moderation, I don’t eat more than my required portion.
Come again?
Shut up
My lack of response prompts Mr Snyder to talk again “You think I’m making a joke, don’t you? I’m being serious, for a guy in his late thirties you have a really great body, just saying! Now this” he states as he fists my cock into his hand “is probably my favourite part, so thick, fat.” He glides his tongue across the tip and my grip on the bedsheet tightens, I feel the arousal and to my absolute amazement there are signs of life in the old dog, it just needs a bit more coaxing, please continue Mr Snyder.
He sets to work as soon as he realises that his touch has sparked a reaction from my cock, rubbing his thumb across the tip gently I clench my teeth, both hands now gripping onto the bedsheet, god, it’s been so long since anyone’s gone down on me, given me a hand job or been anywhere near that region, just don’t be at all surprised Mr Snyder if I cum all over your face.
Maybe I would have liked that
No maybe about it, I know you would have.
His fist gently strokes up my length, he’s gripping on tight, not squeezing, but tight enough that the friction is beginning to do it’s job, several strokes and my cock is standing to attention, probably shouting “There’s nothing left, you’ve drained me dry” but still it stands, like a geezer almost ready to explode. As his fist continues to stroke he rolls onto his back and reaches out to my bedside table, I hear him open a drawer; I’m too lost to care about what he’s doing. I hear him say “a ha” and then he’s lying by my side again, the sound of a plastic lid being opened echoing in my ear, my eyes open, but before I can look to see what he’s up to there’s a hand under my arse, in my crack, fingers near my hole, in my hole, inside me, rotating and twisting.
“AH!” I groan, my eyes close tightly shut once more, my back arches without permission, my toes curl, I feel the nub of his middle finger scratch against my prostate, then his fingers slowly withdraw, then back again, only this time it stretches me more.
Four fingers
His other hand is still at my cock, stroking fast now, he pours a little lubrication on my tip and it feels cold as it glides down the shaft. I’ve never been keen on the sound that lube generates when someone fists you, that kind of a wet, smacking sound, but this time, it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
For some reason Mr Snyder is groaning, “ah….ah….oh…” I open one eye and see him on his front, his right arm, the hand of which is inside me, is lying underneath is body, most likely dead by now from lack of circulation, his left hand stroking me and in perfect rhythm with his strokes he’s grinding himself down onto the duvet, generating friction against his own cock, he’s getting off, being masturbated by fabric.
I was happy to let him continue like this, but regardless my hand travelled down the small space that there was between us, underneath his body, I can’t reach the base, just the last two inches, as much as I try to stretch, I’m not going to give him cause to stop what he’s doing to me, so I reach as far as I can and tug at his cock, groping hard.
“Fuck!” he cries out, he moves himself a little further up the bed so I can get better access and then when I get my fist around his cock he begins to rock himself into it, I don’t move it, I open both eyes now, watching the display in front of me, he’s fucking my hand, quite literally.
This little Snyder display has me on the edge, for the third time in less than an hour I’m cumming and just as hard as the first time, he strokes me through my orgasm, his fingers inside me still, against my prostate, rubbing as my body tenses with each spasm running through my body, my fluid landing onto his fist and up onto my abdomen, thick, beads of creamy cloudy liquid.
“Turn over!” I instruct and as obedient as ever he rolls onto his back, his fingers sliding out of me with a sound.
I cover the tip of his cock with my mouth and continue to stroke as he now moans “Ahhh” shooting his own blend of salty juices to the back of my throat, I swallow and feel the liquid travel down my oesophagus as he continues writhing beneath me on the mattress, his hands reaching out to the sheets and gripping tightly to them as each shudder passes through him.
I collapse onto my back once again, within seconds he’s on top of me, gliding his tongue over my stomach, scooping up the juices with his thick tongue, bringing it inwards and I watch as he swallows it down, then returns circling his tongue around my belly button, at one point he even dips his finger into my cum as though it’s some kind of dipping sauce, like humous, he licks it off the tip of his finger than dips it back in again.
Mmm yummy!
“Do you want some chips with that?” I ask
He laughs and rolls back on the bed; he curls up onto his side and closes his eyes.
“Err, what do you think you are doing?” I question
He yawns “Going to sleep.”
“Not here you’re not, this is my bed.”
“Seriously? After…..that, you’re not going to let me sleep here?”
“Nope” I reply as I kick my legs out to the side, with one quick push, as he was already very close to the edge, I manage to kick him off the side and I hear the crash he lands in a heap onto the wooden floor below.
“So….I guess I’ll go back to the couch then?” He replies, putting on the most pathetic attempt at a sad voice I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Guess so.” I reply as I pull the duvet down and then up over my knees and to my chest. I roll over and turn the bed side light off leaving him in the darkness.
“Ouch!” he shouts as he walks into my office desk, “shit!” he proclaims as he stubs his toe into the chair, eventually he finds his way to the door and I see the light seep through the door from the living room “Night then” he calls out into the darkness.
“Goodbye Mr Snyder!”
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I over sleep the next morning, I never over sleep, I curse at my alarm clock only then to realise that it did in fact go off, I must have turned it off and gone back to sleep, I never do that.
I get out of the bed in a hurry, but after stepping one foot onto the floor my buttocks clench shut together, marking it as a no entry route.
“ARGHH” I shout out, my arse feels like it has a pine cone inside it and my cock is throbbing so hard it feels like’s it’s at least ten times it’s normal size, I look down to check and it isn’t.
I shower quickly, with difficulty, dress and am in the kitchen in under fifteen minutes of waking, at the coffee machine, willing it to make the coffee faster, I reach up to the cupboard for a cup and when I return to my normal stance there’s a figure behind me, close behind me, I turn my head and see Mr Snyder, grinning inanely.
“I don’t have time.” I state pouring the coffee into a polystyrene cup; I’ll drink it on the way to work, save time.
I feel his morning erection digging into me….
It wasn’t my morning erection; it was my Doctor Oliver erection
I turn around, his erection now digging into my crotch, he fingers his hand through my hair, trailing his tips down the side of my face “Morning” he states, still with the stupid grin smirked across his dimpled face.
He leans forward and kisses at the section of my neck he can get to, the part that isn’t enclosed beneath my shirt.
“I don’t have time Mr Snyder!” I repeat myself, however, I don’t move away, as his hand gropes over the fabric of my trousers and his lips leave moisture against the skin at my neck, I find myself tilting my head to the side to give him a better access.
We hear a noise come from further down the hallway.
“David’s up?” Luke states, stepping back from me.
“So am I now!” I exclaim, looking down at the bulge in my trousers.
We hear footsteps approaching and as the figure that is David approaches the kitchen bar Luke places his finger to his lips and makes a shhh sound, I guess that he doesn’t want David to know about last nights shenanigans.
“Morning” David calls out to us both, he leans towards me and kisses me on the forehead.
“Morning” I reply, as I retreat around to the other side of the kitchen bar, hiding my hard erection from my Son, the erection that I’ve just been given by his best friend.
“You OK Dad? You’re walking kinda funny.” David asks, and Luke stifles a laugh, I give him a look.
“I’m fine, I’m off, don’t make a mess.” As I walk, or try to walk, to the door David calls out to me.
“We won’t be here for much of the day; we’re going out on a double date.”
Luke turns quickly, adding “It’s David’s idea, I’m just going along to make the numbers up really.”
As I turn the handle to the door I reply “You don’t need to report back to me……” I look at Luke specifically as I say “either of you!”
I think you doth protest too much!!!
I think you can just shut up!