After Uncle John fucked my ass, I heard him promptly pull up his pants, still catching his breath. His white coat still lay over my face. As I breathed in the faint remnants of his body and cologne, I could hear him zipping and tucking and buckling. Finally, he removed the coat from my face and slipped it back on.
Just like that, Uncle John was a doctor again.
I was still naked in his patient chair. My feet were planted in the two stirrups, exposing my used hole -- gaping, wet, and sticky with Uncle John's seed. I inhaled a strong whiff of the musk still lingering in the air as Uncle John pulled a paper towel out of the dispenser next to him and softly wiped both my hole and the thick puddle of cum spotting my belly.
"Everything looks great," he said sternly, looking at his computer as he took a seat back in his stool. He typed in a few more notes and then got up and looked down at my naked body once more, avoiding my eyes. "You can get dressed and go home. Good work today, Lex."
With that, he left the room, and I didn't see him again before I left the office.
Dad's truck was in the driveway when I got home. I sighed, expecting that when I went inside, he'd have some kind of smug remark about me finally spending a summer day earning money instead of lounging around at home. But to my surprise, all I saw in the kitchen was a bottle of whisky on the counter, sitting in the dark. None of the lights in the house had been turned on. The only sign of life was the glow and faint sound of moans coming from Dad's bedroom down the hall.
Usually Dad would have called my name if he'd heard me come home, but all that crept out of the sliver of open bedroom door was the constant moaning. I quietly neared the opening and peeked inside.
Next to an empty glass on his nightstand, Dad sprawled, naked and bulky, over his bedsheets. His body was lit up by the the girl-on-girl porn. My dick was hard faster than a falling boulder. From the darkness of the hallway, my eyes scanned all of him, spread before me like a hairy, thick feast.
My mouth watered as my attention trailed from the scruff on his face to the tan line on his neck, to the fur coating his plump chest, to the dark fuzz covering his belly, and finally, to the thick and dark forest surrounding his cock, which was chubbed up and flopped over onto his leg, next to his hefty ballsack.
He'd clearly fallen asleep drunk, watching porn. Didn't he know I'd come home and find him like this?
