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Robby isn't entirely sure how they got here. There were bodies crowded against each other, drinks burning the back of his throat, Abbot teasing, loud music— a quick blowjob in the bar bathroom. And then Dennis— med student Dennis who worked under them in the ED for four weeks— was following them home. Abbot's arm was wrapped around the boy's shoulders, his other holding onto Robby's hand. There's no fanfare when they get back to Jack’s place. No awkward exchanges in the kitchen, no small talk. Jack gets Robby's knees feeling weak by devouring his mouth against their front door. Dennis' eyes are on them the whole time. Watching, waiting. Once Robby is thoroughly kissed, Abbot steps aside and drags Dennis forward. Kissing Dennis is strange. His lips are soft and taste of vanilla chapstick. He's nervous, unsure. Unlike Abbot, who knows what he wants and takes it. It's almost instinct for Robby to hold the boy's face still, keep him steady as he molds Dennis' mouth to his own. Teaches him what it means to truly kiss. It's Dennis that pulls away first, cheeks red, lips slick, and gasping for air. His blonde curls were tousled, his blue eyes wide— he was the perfect picture of a depraved little angel.
Abbot steps in again. Drapes himself over Dennis' back and puts his lips to his ear. Robby isn't sure what Jack says, but it has the boy nodding and leaning back into the older man. Abbot places a kiss on his temple, and then he's grabbing for Robby too. Strong, calloused hands lead them both back to the bedroom. It's dark, only the moonlight through the curtains lighting the messy space. He and Jack had never been ones for a made bed, and Jack's laundry hamper was overflowing.
Abbot turns his focus to Robby. His eyes are dark, shadowed with lust, as he steps towards him. Those familiar hands are on him in an instant, lifting up his shirt, palming the hairy expanse of his tummy, his chest, his shoulders. He tosses the offending garment aside, and then turns to Dennis.
"C'mere," he motions with a single finger. Eager, Dennis bounces up to them. Abbot places the boy's hands on the round squish of Robby's lower belly. He drags them up, ever so slowly, indulging in the feel of wiry hair beneath his soft grasp. Abbot lets go by the time Dennis' hands reach Robby's chest. He's free to explore this area on his own. Rubbing little circles into the fat of his tits, thumbing over his rosy nipples. Robby has a scar over his left pectoral from poor blade safety, and Dennis digs his fingers into that, too. Eventually, there's nothing left to touch and Jack steps in again.
"Doin' good for me," Abbot murmurs under his breath once he's in front of Robby. Robby nods, a slight flush to his cheeks. This was new, but he trusted Jack, even if he was unsure how to feel about the young med student.
Jack finally leads him to lay down on the cozy mattress. He leans up to turn a lamp on on one of the nightstands now that they're close enough to reach. Robby blinks up at Jack, eyes temporarily blinded by the sudden burst of light. Jack comes back in a moment, deft fingers working at Robby's belt and the button of his jeans. For once, he's embarrassed about going commando. When Jack tugs his jeans down, he's officially nude in front of his student— not his anymore, he reminds himself. Dennis had moved on to another rotation, with different attendings.
Dennis crawls forward at Abbot's command, looking as nervous as Robby feels. His eyes are, embarrassingly, locked onto Robby's soft cock. A droopy, unimpressive thing that spilled over his thigh. Abbot is glued to Dennis' back as they trade places. The boy looks mesmerized by Robby's pudgy, worn out body. Like he can't believe he's actually here.
"I won't get hard," he mutters to the boy once they're close enough to share the same air. "Don't measure your success with that." Dennis nods, and Robby finds himself smiling softly. He reaches up to his face, only to drag him down into a tender kiss. Dennis goes easily. So eager to learn, to touch, to have. His hands settle on Robby's chest, honing in on his perky nipples. Robby licks into his mouth, tasting the last mojito the boy had before they left the overcrowded bar. Dennis' finger and thumb pinch gently at his nipples, like he's unsure if he's allowed. Abbot fixes that quickly. His large hands cover Dennis' own, strengthening his grip. The pain that shoots through his chest has his dick twitching uselessly and his back arching. He moans quietly, eyes fluttering shut. His chest had always been sensitive. Jack loved to capitalize on that, making Robby squirm for hours without ever touching anywhere else. Emboldened, Dennis squeezed again, twists a little. Gets Robby's hips to buck and allows a meager squeak to fall past his lips.
"Woah," Dennis whispers to himself. Like he can't believe what he's seeing, feeling, having. Like Robby isn't a mortified mess under his former student, wondering how he got here at all. But Abbot knows his body, knows how to instruct their good little student on how to get Robby to break. It's as embarrassing as it is intoxicating.
"Touch his cock," Abbot mutters in Dennis's ear. Dutifully, the boy slides his hand down Robby's abdomen until he gets to his limp cock. He takes it gently into a palm, thumb teasing just under the fat head of it. Robby's hips roll into the touch, needy. He rarely gets hard anymore between a bad smoking habit and old age, but being handled is still nice. It's a muted sensation, not quite the zings of pleasure he took for granted in his younger years, but it's good.
"Rub at his frenulum," Abbot instructs. Robby's stomach jumps in anticipation. He was sensitive there. So sensitive. Like the good student he was, Dennis was quick to find the raised peak of his frenulum, melding into the head of his cock. He pressed his thumb in tenderly before rubbing cruel circles into the soft flesh. Robby jackknives off the bed, leg kicking out as he moans. His hands twist in the sheets, not wanting to grab onto Dennis too tightly and scare him away. The boy is relentless, however. His grip is firm as Robby squirms and squeals. He thinks he might actually cum like this before Abbot is laughing and telling Dennis to let go. Robby takes deep, heaving breaths once the overwhelming pleasure ceases. His cock still jumps with the stimulation, begging Robby to reach for it and give it a few good strokes until he's cumming. Jack would punish him severely for that, so he resists temptation. He shudders to think what Jack would be willing to do to him for embarrassing them in front of a guest.
"Was that good?" Dennis tentatively asks Robby once he stops shaking. His hands are nervous, unsteady, where they grip the fat of Robby's hips.
"Yeah," he nods. "Just— fuck— sensitive." Dennis nods back, assured. Something clicks in Robby's mind at the questioning, the fear. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
Dennis flushes and shrinks into himself. He gives an embarrassed little nod. He can see Jack give him a warning look over the boy's shoulder. A “don't ruin this for him.” As if Robby was cruel enough to deny a sweet little virgin his first time. Robby was old, experienced. He could lead the sweet thing into pleasure.
"C'mere," he guides, hands reaching for Dennis once more. He drags the boy up, presses another sweet kiss to his perfectly pink lips. "Do you want to stretch me out? Would you like to learn?"
Dennis is as red as a tomato when he squeaks a timid yes. Robby smiles against his lips, and pets over his blonde curls. He wants to soothe him like a little calf— tell him that his attendings have him. He's in loving hands. There's no mistakes between them.
Abbot retrieves the bottle of lube from the nightstand for them. He gets them situated better, too. No longer on the end of the bed, but up by the pillows, comfortably laid out. Robby's back thanks him once he's got a pillow under his hips, legs spread wide. His hole is on full display, winking in anticipation.
Abbot sits at Robby's side, facing Dennis. He holds his hand out, and Dennis nervously places his on top. Jack is gentle as he lubes the boy's hand for him. It's messy, and lube drips onto the sheets, but it's sweet.
"One finger at a time," Abbot says softly. "Go at your pace. Mikey can take whatever you give him. Don't be afraid to explore."
Dennis is visibly shaking when he reaches for Robby, but neither of them try to soothe the anxiety away. It would only serve to make the boy more anxious. His touch is light at first, gently petting at the hairy, furled rim of Robby's hole. He slowly applies pressure, sinking one thin finger into him. He's so much smaller than Abbot, so young. His fingers aren't wrinkled, not yet calloused with years of heavy use. It's a bit of a strange sensation after so long with Jack. Dennis is hesitant with the way he moves, only sinking in partway before pulling back out.
"It's okay," Robby assures. He tenderly grabs the boy's hand to press it back to his hole. "You're not gonna hurt me. Go on."
Dennis sinks back in, finally letting his finger explore the cloying heat of Robby's insides to the last knuckle. Dennis shivers at the feeling of warm walls encircling his finger. It's a heady sensation. Robby would know— he loves to finger Jack.
"Add another one," Abbot prompts. "It won't hurt him. You have tiny hands."
Dennis nods cutely, bottom lip stuck between his teeth in concentration. A second finger slowly sinks in beside the first— finally comparable to just one of Abbot's.
"Why don't you try spreading them?" Robby smiles. "See how far you can stretch me." Dennis nods once more, and slowly, the spread of his fingers grows wider. He doesn’t go very far, still too scared of hurting Robby, but the slight burn is a nice sensation. Robby sinks into the pillows with a hum, content to let Dennis explore.
This was his favorite part— the fingering. He's let Abbot spend entire days stretching him out, feeling around his insides. He likes the stretch, the burn of it. It's pleasant, wanting. He'd gladly take a fist if it meant he got to feel more of it.
Dennis isn't as hesitant when he adds a third. He stretches them, slowly fucks them in and out. The pads of his fingers press eagerly at his warm walls, searching, feeling. Neither Jack nor he tell the boy to hurry up, to move on. This is his first time— he deserves to explore to his heart's content. Robby moans long and low when those searching fingers finally find his prostate. Dennis seems to lock in once he finds the bundle of spongy tissue, rubbing at it like he had his frenulum. Abbot places a steadying hand on Robby's abdomen, keeping him from moving around too much and scaring off their student. Robby tries to relax into it despite the intense bolts of pleasure making his dick jump. His breaths are shaky, his moans quiet but frequent— and then Dennis finally pulls back. Lets off the relentless pressure on his prostate. Once again let go on the edge of an orgasm.
"Does it really feel good?" He asks, almost scared.
"Like heaven," Robby sighs deeply.
"And like you have to pee," Abbot chuckles. "The sensation is more intense for some— Mikey here is very sensitive." Dennis nods along, and Abbot leans forward to grab at his hands once again. "Right here," he guides unsure fingers to Robby's taint, "you can feel it. Go on. Press down." Dennis presses and Robby jumps. Jack merely laughs. Quietly, Dennis giggles alongside him. "Might try that out next time you're giving yourself a handy."
Jack shifts, gets serious for a moment. "Are you ready to fuck him, Whitaker? You don't have to. We can stop here, do something else."
Dennis' expression grows pleading, needy. "Please," he begs softly. "I want to—"
"Go on," Robby encourages. "Say you want to fuck me."
"I want to fuck Dr Robby!" Dennis says at last. Robby's cock jumps at being called Doctor in bed. He'd slap Abbot if he pulled that card, but it's different coming from someone so young. Heady. He'd get drunk off of it if he could.
Abbot calls him a good boy for saying it out loud. Peppers his flushed face in little kisses while he helps the boy undress. "That's it," Jack murmurs. "Look at you. Handsome lad."
Dennis is thin, lanky— muscular, sure, but the just of his ribs and his hips are still visible. Abbot pets down his sides like a startled fawn, and grips his small, hard cock. It's a cute thing, truly. Maybe three inches— four on a good day. It's got a pretty pink head, a slight curve, a thick vein running down the center of it. Robby is eager for it when Dennis is back to hovering over him. The poor thing is as nervous as can be, eyes shifting, sweat dripping down his brow, lip tucked between his teeth. Robby soothes him with another kiss, licking against his lips to get him to open up. He soothes the bite indent with his tongue, kissing it better. Dennis predictably melts into it, letting his body fall onto Robby's. Robby gets him nice and loose before he reaches down to grasp that little cock and press it at his entrance.
Dennis bucks into the tight heat around his head on instinct, parting from Robby to moan and whine. Robby keeps him in place by wrapping his legs around Dennis' waist. It's not the most comfortable position for an old man like him, but he pays the slight strain on his back no mind.
"Doctor—" Dennis gasps as Robby tugs his cock in deeper. He placates the boy with another kiss. Lets him settle in, settle down. Get used to the feeling of a tight, hot vice around his virgin cock.
Abbot leans in, rubs at Dennis' back. "Feels good, doesn't he? Mikey was made to take cock."
"Yessir," Dennis drools against Robby's lips, half delirious. Robby coos and tucks the boy's face into his shoulder, cradling him like a babe.
Eventually, Dennis' self control grows weak and his hips buck. Robby encourages him with his heels, driving him forward. Abbot pats his nape, tells him to keep fucking Robby just like that. And Dennis does. His thrusts are awkward and uncoordinated, but fuck, its good. Maybe Robby really is a cockwhore, bending over for terrible dick so easily. But the eagerness is to die for. There's something about it that's just so good. It has his head spinning and his throat spewing out constant moans. Little "ah ah ah"s and punched out "uhn!"s. Jack's favorite kind of noises, because Robby can't control them.
"Dr Robby," Dennis pleads into the skin of his neck. "Im gonna—"
"Go on," Robby croons between gasped moans. "Fill me up, Denny. Give me a baby."
Dennis nods frantically, hips picking up the pace. He's so cute like this— desperate to cum. He has no idea how to fuck Robby right. How to target his prostate, press up against his velvety walls just right. He's an eager little animal, no thought in his head other than emptying his balls.
"C'mon, kiddo," Abbot breathes. "Breed 'im full. Give us a baby."
Dennis sobs when he finally cums. His whole body tenses, his hips stutter, and he cries. Robby holds him close, pets at the back of his scalp, lets Dennis just feel for a while. Jack rubs tender circles across his heaving back.
"'M sorry," Dennis mumbles into Robby's neck. "That wasn't good—"
"It was perfect," Abbot corrects. "You did perfect."
"I’m the only one that came!" He whines. His face is so hot that Robby can feel it pressed against his flesh. The poor, poor boy.
"You're dealing with two old men," Robby reminds. "It's a damn good day if either of us cum." Dennis sniffles, nods. "Lets get cleaned up," Robby offers the upset boy. "We'll put on a movie, sleep here. Make you breakfast in the morning."
Dennis sinks into Robby, finally calming down. Robby lets his legs fall back to the bed, knees protesting after having locked up. Slowly, he sits up, Dennis still cradled in his arms. Soft now, he slips out of Robby's used hole, a trail of pearly white cum following it. It'd been a while since he was properly creampied.
Jack gently pries Dennis away from Robby to press a tender kiss to his trembling lips. "You did so good for us," Abbot assures once again. "Thank you for trusting us."
Dennis sighs and leans into the kiss. "Thank you for my first time, Sirs."