The Doctor and His Brat

Written for the November 2011 Tea Room An Evening by the Fire Challenge

The Doctor and His Brat

by Carol

It was cold, and I was dog tired. It'd been a busy day at the clinic I. Why is it everyone and their brother wait until Friday afternoon to be seen when they're sick? And the bad thing was I'd promised my boy I would take him to his favorite Italian restaurant to celebrate his excellent grades this quarter. Now, it was so late there was no way we could go.

When I arrived home the house was dark, except for a  flicker of light I could see through the curtains. Locking my car, I trudged toward the house. Now don't get me wrong, I'm very excited to see my brat after a long day at work, I just didn't want to hear the complaining tonight.

I entered the house to find it was lit only by the flicker of the fire place. The house was warm and cozy. In front of the fire place was our queen size air mattress. I felt his soft lips on my neck.

My boy's voice was behind me as his arms came around and undid my belt.  "The powers out. Here let me help you out of these."   He stepped around me, his mouth met mine, we kissed as he undid the buttons on my pants.  His mouth found my nipples, he left butterfly kisses across my chest to the next nipple. He moved down my body and then removed my pants. My hard cock popped out just as soon as the pants were off my hips. My boy took me into his mouth and brought me to a fast and hard climax in moments.

He took me by my hand and pulled me onto the mattress with him. My mouth found his. Our tongues danced for a few minutes.  I could taste myself on his tongue.  I was hard again, and I eagerly tried to get him to open his legs, so I could enter him.

"Not ready," he said, pushing me off him. "Lay down," he ordered.  


I gave him a look.


 "Please?" he asked.

I did what he wanted. He straddled my butt and I felt warm oil run being poured onto my back. I purred when he started to massage my shoulders. As he worked his way down, I could feel his hard cock press against my ass.

"Um, babe." I mumbled.

"I know. I won't,"  he told me as he moved down my leg.

He took a warm towel and removed the excess oil, and then patted my hip.

"Roll over," he whispered. This time he rubbed my legs and worked his way up to my belly. I gasped as he massaged my balls, and then his thumbs flicked across my nipples.

I quivered.

He spun around so his back was to me. `This was new', I thought as he straddled my cock. I watched as he lowered himself, his hand slipping down to oil my hard cock.  I heard the sharp intake of breath when it passed the tight ring.

When he was ready he laid back, his back on my chest, he moved a little, then again, this time his body trembled, and I knew he'd found the right spot. He took my hands and placed them on his hips. His mouth was close to my ear. "Now I'm ready." he said, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and began to move.

Hands of a Top

Hands of a Top

by Carol

Laying with my head on Docs chest, I could hear his heart beat, his breathing, the gurgle sounds his body makes. His one arm wrapped firmly around my waist to keep me safe. While his other hand gently played with my hair. I pulled it down to my face, gave it a kiss, it was still warm. I just looked at it, traced the lines in the palm of his soft hand.

"Sometimes they're so soft and loving, but then again they're so damn hard and mean, why?" I said out of the blue.

"Depends on what you need at the time, my boy." I felt him kiss the top of my head.

Oktoberfeast

Written for the Tea Room October 2011 Octoberfest Challenge

Oktoberfeast

by Carol

"So how much did you eat?" I asked my poor brat as I held up a tablespoon of Pepto-Bismol. He winkled his nose at me, but opened his mouth, swallowing the pink liquid he grabbed the glass of water I handed to him and drank it down.


"Won the Bratwurst eating contest." He showed me a blue ribbon for first place then he started to pull white paper out of his jeans pocket and counted them out, "Twenty-five pretzels...four sodas...," he told as I help him to bed. "Two cotton candies, three Carmel apples, a couple of funnels cakes, a few corn dogs." He laid back, snuggling down into the warm blankets.


"I know Brett snuck you beer," I told him. He gave me a sheepish smile and held up two fingers. "Rest my love," I told him as I pulled the blanket and tucked him in. I kissed his forehead and turn to leave.


"Doc," He whispered as I got to the door.


"What Brat?" I asked


"What's for dinner?"

You

You

by Carol

I felt something lightly touch my leg, the soft feeling moved up, and circled my navel and then lightly brushed my groin. Soft fingers gently touched my flaccid cock, which soon became awake and aroused. I heard a soft giggle as soft moist lips touched my nipple, gently taking it into the owners mouth, the tip of a tongue lightly touches it making my body shiver with delight, all while fingers move up and down my naked body. A body pressed hard against mine as a hard cock rubbed against my thigh. Fingers gently played with my lips, I kissed them as they passed.

"Brat what do you want?" I asked with lust as he straddled my body.

"You" He answered his mouth meeting mine I wrapped my arms around him, rolling over to trap his body under mine, his legs came around my waist, I guided my hard dripping cock into his slick opening and pushed. "Oh yes," He gasped. Our mouths met once again.

Leathers

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Leathers

by Jo and Carol

This little story takes place right after Jack allowed Jay to have his motorcycle.

Jay wore a pair of leather chaps, and a silver snake skin pouch over his genitals; the only thing that covered his ass was a fishnet type garment; his leather vest hung open. "I don't know what the bitching is about; you're the one who said I had to wear my leathers when I ride; you never said I had to wear jeans under them," Jay said, as he slid past his irate lover, keeping his barely covered ass away from him. 

"I didn't think I needed to state the obvious," Jack replied evenly. His eyes glinted with laughter, as he said, "Do I need to point out that being dressed like that is going to chafe things you don't want chafed?" 

Jay gave his lover a confused look, then made the `o' shape with his mouth, as if he finally got what Jack meant. "That's ok, my sweets; if I chafe, you can rub the cream on those areas," he told him, as he caressed his pouch-covered genitals.

"Check under the bed, sweetheart," Jack replied. He smiled when he heard Jay's yelp of surprise. The leather pants he'd bought his lover had been expensive, but when he laid eyes on him on them, Jay's planned ride was abruptly cancelled.

Leather

Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Leather

by Carol

"What's this?" Dillon asked, holding something. I stopped what I was doing to look at it.

"It's the leather apron that my great-grand dad used when he made horse shoes, or when he shod a horse. 

"What about this?" he asked. `How am I supposed to box stuff for an antique sale if he keeps stopping me?' I thought, as I looked up, puzzled at what he held.

"A harness, I think," I told him, going over toward him for a better look.

"Too small," he said, as he examined it at eye level. I took it from him, and turned it this way and that way. It's made of soft calf leather . . . one long strip, with three small strips . . . one on each end and one in the middle; little buckles were on the end of them, with fine delicate gold stitching and the word MINE stamped on the main strip. Dillon's gaze was on me, as I glanced back at him. 

Ewwwwwwwwww, gross, I'm not touching that," he stated, going back to his box. 

I smiled to myself, `Oh yes you will.' I thought, and shoved it in my pocket.

Summer Storms

Summer Storms
by Carol

The thunder rumbled loudly as the lighting lit up the dark sky. Summer storms are a normal thing for our state. I jumped when the thunder clapped and the lighting lit up the sky again, the lights flickered off then on. I hate storms, always have, always will. I felt arms around my waist. I was pulled back into a strong loving hold. I felt his body rock this way and back taking me with him.

There there my love, I'll protect you from the big bad storm." Dillon said as his soft lips touched my cheek.

Summer Rainstorm

Written for the August 2011 Tea Room Summer Rainstorm Challenge

Summer Rainstorm

by Carol

It's been hot as hell here lately! My brat and I were sitting on the sofa trying to stay cool by the fan, since the AC had stopped working. All of a sudden, the lights flickered, and we heard the roll of thunder. Then the skies opened up, and the rain began to fall. My brat jumped to his feet, and went running toward the front door. As he swung it open, his face lit up.

"It's raining!" He shouted at me, as he made a bee line toward the front yard.

"What are you doing?" I yelled after him, grabbing the blanket off the back of the sofa, and following him out the door, all in one fast move.

"I love playing in the rain," he told me, dancing around, with his face and arms held up toward the sky.

"Yes, my love, but maybe you should play naked in the rain in the back yard," I told him, wrapping him in the blanket, before the neighbors got an eye full, or called the police.

To Brat or Not to Brat

Written for the June 2011 Tea Room to Brat or Not to Brat Challenge

To Brat or Not to Brat

By Carol

My brat's head was on my shoulder; we were laid out on the sofa chest to chest. His long legs were between mine. I held him tight to me and gently rubbed his bare back to get him to calm down; his bottom was still a lovely shade of red, from the spanking I gave him not that long ago. I whispered softy to him to settle him down some. His snot, tears and saliva soaked my shirt, but I didn't care as long as he knew I still loved him. I could still see a few hand prints on the back of his legs. I kissed his forehead, and he looked at me.

"We're good?" He asked with a shaky breath as he rubbed his face into my shirt.

"Always," I told him giving him a one arm hug and kissing his forehead again. "Did you learn anything from this?" I asked as I always d--sometimes I get an answer, sometimes I get a shrug. This time I felt him nod into my chest. "What?"

"When to brat and not to brat," he told me giving me a silly smile.

Breakfast in Bed with Dillon and Gary

Inspired by the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Breakfast in Bed with Dillon and Gary

by Carol

Dillon rolled over and gave a low moan. His arm snaked around my waist and his leg pinned mine to the bed. He buried his face into my chest, and I gently kissed his forehead.  I took a deep breath inhaling his smell. He gently nuzzled my chest and tenderly pushed his crotch into mine. I felt his tongue touch my nipple as he licked his dry lips.  My stomach gave a slight rumble. "Hey what do you want for breakfast?" I asked.

"You!" He said and took my nipple into his mouth. 

Breakfast In Bed

Inspired by the Loving Swat's Breakfast in Bed Drabble Challenge

Author's note: I'm  not part of the group where this challenge came from but the Doctor's brat was begging this to be written. 

Breakfast In Bed

by Carol

"Roll over and close your eyes," my brat ordered from the door way. 


I did as he asked; I even put my hands behind my head. The next thing I felt was him pulling the bedding back and then his straddling me. 


"Open your eyes," he whispered. 


I opened my eyes to see him holding a jar of jam and a thing of cream cheese. 


"So do you want to be the bagel or toast?" He asked as the tip of his tongue touch his pink lips. 


"Toast you can be the bagel." I told him when I saw the strawberries. 

Chillaxing

Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2011 Drabble Challenge

Chillaxing

by Carol

"What are you doing?" David asked.

"Chillaxing," I told him licking my ice-cream cone.

"Aren't you suppose to do that in your room." He said giving me an evil grin.

"To chill and to relax at the same time is Chillaxing." I told him, he just shook his head and sat down next to me in the kiddie pool.

"What are you two doing?" Allen asked. I looked over at David.

"We're chillaxing." We both said licking our cones.

What Was is No Longer

Title: What was, is now no longer
Author: CarolWarning: No spanking, A Top getting the wits scared out of him 
All mistakes are mine sorry.
Written for the March 2011 Tea Room Challenge

Traffic was at a dead stop; someone said there had been a bad accident at the intersection. I parked my car where I could, and got my medical bag. I figured that since I am a doctor, I might be able to help out. I got out of the car, and walked half a block, and saw total chaos all around; one car was on its side in the middle of the intersection. A police officer was trying to keep the foot traffic away from the area, and I could smell gas and hot oil. I showed him my medical work tag, and he let me through. When I saw the car that was smashed into the light pole, my heart stopped in mid-beat! I knew that car! The thought of me helping went out the window; I needed to find the driver of that car. The blood on the windshield made me sick to my stomach. I stopped another officer, and told him who I was looking for. He gave me a worried look, and pointed to a small group of people. The person I was looking for was sitting on the grass by a wall. He was holding a yellow shock blanket around him tightly, and had a blood-soaked bandage taped to his forehead; he looked as white as cotton.

I asked the EMT his status, and was told that he was very lucky that all he got was a few cuts and burses; those old cars don't have the safety stuff the newer ones have. The driver looked up at me, as tears started to fall, and his bottom lip did the little quiver thing it does. He gave me a weak smile, and held out his arms, as I dropped to my knees, and gently pulled him to me. I held him in my arms, and, as his head rested on my shoulder, all I could do was whisper softly in his ear that he was fine and alive; everything would be okay. His body was shaking, and because he could no longer hold onto his emotions, he let them out.

"I'm sorry about the car," he told me.

The car. I'd forgotten all about the car. I looked over at it. My mint condition `63 corvette convertible was no longer what it once was; it was now just a hunk of twisted metal.

"It's just a car," I told him, giving him a kiss to the forehead.

End.

The Bath

 The Bath

by Carol

For the Tea Room September Challenge
Warning none except all mistake are mine.

The room was small with a polished wood floor, probably oak. The walls were painted tan, and the far wall had white ceramic tiles with brown trim. A soft frost was on the widow for modesty. A plate of soap and an old fashion white porcelain pitcher sat on the windowsill.

I sat on one end of the tub with a towel wrapped around my shoulders, and he sat on the other end towel drying his hair. He looked up at me and smiled. The water running into the tub was half way up our calves.

"Both of us aren't going to fit," I told him.

"Sure we can," he said to me as he stood up. He helped me to stand, so I wouldn't slip. We both dropped our towels on the floor beside the tub, and he turned me around. I rested my back against his chest waiting to find out what he had planned. I felt his hands on my hips. "Now sit down," he told me. I felt his tongue at my tail bone, and it slid up my back as I sat. Once I was sitting on his lap his mouth found my neck, and he kissed it. "Told you we would both fit." His hands gently roamed my chest. "You should always trust your man," he whispered in my ear as he softly pinched my ass.

Drabbles by Carol

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The Chase - Jack and Jay

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Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2010 Drabble Challenge

"It wasn't my fault..." - Gary and Dillon

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Brat Poof - Gary and Dillon

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Too Many Snakes - Jack and Jason

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Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2010 Drabble Challenge

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The Tea Room June 2010 Gay Pride Challenge

Parades, Bikes, and Brats - Gary & Dillon and David & Allen

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Jack and Jason

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Written for the Tea Room July Picnic Challenge

The Company Picnic - Gary and Dillon

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Hot Fudge, Jack - Jack and Jay

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Inspired by The Message

The Wildwood Rose - Gary and Dillon

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I Love You - Jack and Jay

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Written for the Tea Room September Bath Challenge

The Bath - Jack and Jay

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Bath Time - Gary and Dillon

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Written for the March 2011 Tea Room challenge

What Was is No Longer

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Written for the Writing Lines Spring 2011 Chillex Challenge

Chillaxing - David, Allen and their Tops 

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Inspired by the Loving Swats May 2011 Breakfast in Bed Challenge 

Breakfast in Bed - The Doctor and His Brat

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Breakfast in Bed with Gary and Dillion

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Written for the June 2011 Tea Room To Brat or Not to Brat Challenge

To Brat or Not to Brat - The Doctor and his Brat

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Written for the August 2011 Tea Room Summer Storm Challenge

Summer Storms - Gary and Dillon

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Summer Rainstorm - The Doctor and his Brat

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Written for the September 2011 Tea Room Leather Challenge

Leathers written with Jo - Jack and Jason

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Leather - Gary and Dillon

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You

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Hands of a Top

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Written for the October 2011 Tea Room Oktoberfest Challenge

Oktoberfeast - The Doctor and his Brat

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More Stories at 

Carol's Corner

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A Wildwood Rose

A Wildwood Rose

by Carol

Inspired by The Message

I saw him as soon as I entered the apartment. He was sitting on the floor; I heard him sniff and then saw his body shaking with small tremors from crying. At first I thought he was hurt, and I moved beside him instantly.  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. 

"I miss them so much," he told me.   He placed his head on my shoulder, and grasped me tightly as before he broke down into deep sobs. 

"It's alright love, I have you." I pulled him closer.   A shoe of cards and letters was sitting at his feet, and he was holding a card in his hand.  I gently took it from him, and began to read it.  The front cover had a simple greeting,  

For You 

A wild flower for our wild one.  

Love you,  

Mom and Dad

Pasted just below his parents' signature was a dried lavender wildwood rose.  

There were no words I could offer to make it better, so I just held him tight.  I kissed the top of his head and felt a single tear slip down my cheek.

I Love You

I Love You

by Carol

Inspired by The Message

He stood barefoot and half naked on the cold wood floor, and laid a single lavender rose with a note of love on the pillow.  He bent down and gently kissed the soft lips of the man he loved. 

To My Sweets,

I give you this out of love. A real rose would wilt, silk would fade, and glass would break.

So here I lay this wooden rose to show you that my love for you will stay forever.

I love you My Sweets,

Jay.

Hot Fudge, Jack

Hot Fudge, Jack

By Carol

Jay spread out the plastic sheet on the floor, making sure the ice cream, hot fudge sauce, nuts, cherries, sprinkles and whatever else would go with his idea were in easy reach. He lay naked as the day he was born, and waiting until he heard the door open.  He gave his lover a hungry look and gently shook the whip cream can.  He licked his lips. "I'm waiting for my bowl," he called with a sexy voice.

Company Picnic

“See I told you would enjoy yourself.” Gary said as I laid my head on his legs.

“Company picnics are not my thing” I told him.  I turned my head just a little so that when I breathed I could smell his sent, and my hot breath hit his crotch making him grow hard.   

We stayed that way for a long moment then Gary moved his legs a little.  “Come on brat, lets go for a walk,” he told me as he went to get up. “Over there now,” he said pointing to a bathroom off in the distance.

 

Jack and Jason - Parade Challenge

Jack and Jason
Parade Challenge 

"I don't see why you're so upset." Jay pointed out as he put away the three poster boards that he and his skater friends held up when they skated passed the camera crews during the parade.  Each sign reading,`Come check out our Jewels at Quality Jewelers in Jade Heights'.  "I wore my helmet," Jay told him.

Jack just groaned, as though he was in pain. "With a pink wig, make up and sequined, gold mini-dress."

Jay took the wig off his head and tossed it at Jack, as he walked towards the bathroom. The mini-dress came next. "I could of went like this," he stated as he turned toward his lover. The light in the loft caught the glimmer dust on Jay's body making it sparkle. He now wore only a green thong--on the front of it was a yellow happy face with a rainbow color hair , and GAY PRIDE written in bold yellow letters, every time he moved his hips--it would either wink or lick it lips.