To this day neither of us knew what Hank was up to. He always came to the park alone except for the last day we met. There was no sense asking Hank wh...t was up. He wasn’t much of a talker. ‘This is Gary.’ was all he said about it. I thought maybe we were going to have a threesome or something. But Hank made me follow him toward the woods and sent Gary away. All the while we walked I couldn’t get over how much Gary looked like me. We were both a couple of young skinny pale skinned twinks with. While I've always been a bit curious I was nervous to go and let another man have me bend over a table and put his lubed finger in my ass. Finally, my wife found a doctor who was a female and said that if I went to her, she wanted to sit in on the exam. She finally said, "If you hate butt play as much as you say you do then it shouldn't matter." So I finally agreed. The nurse ran some preliminary procedures and told me to disrobe, put on a thin backless robe and the doctor would see me shortly.. I might fuck you. If you're lucky. But you're going to have to beg me for it first." I'll never beg you to fuck me, asshole!" I'm not blind, slut! I can see how you look at my cock. I can see how soaking wet your cunt is! You want it badly. But it's up to you whether you get to enjoy our fucking or whether it'll be a more painful experience. Now get the fuck up off the floor and lie down. I'll be back in a second and I want you on your back with your legs spread so that I can see your juicy. I rang the door bell and Smita opened the door an asked me to come inside. I did so and shook hands with her husband. We were chatting casually and that was something unusual and something dick raising happened. Smita got me a glass of orange juice and suddenly a phone rang. It was her husband’s phone and because of the loud and strange ringtone she freaked and dropped the glass on me. I was wet and at this point because of her freaking her sari’s pallu slipped off her shoulder. Now let me tell.