Scott blinked back the sharp glow of the fluorescent lights and looked slowly down his prostrate body, covered only in a blue hospital gown. He didn’t fully remember what had put him in the emergency room, but surely it had to do with the dull ache in his chest and the snowstorm that had dumped the mountain of snow in his driveway. Next year, he thought, I pay for a damn service.
Scott must have been in an almost secluded corner of the ER, considering the muted sounds of shuffling feet and humming machines, the soft voices of hospital staff tending to this patient and that. All Scott knew was the stretcher was bloody cold beneath his bare ass, the typically inadequate gown certainly not fully closed beneath him. He was studying the hospital bracelet on his wrist when the white lab coat stepped through the curtain, pulled completely around him.
“A little young to be in here, aren’t you, Mr. Cole?” he asked lightly. “I’m Dr. Collins.”
Scott nodded, shaking the doctor’s hand.
“Call me Scott, please, and tell me about it,” he replied. “One minute I’m up to my knees in snow, the next I’m dizzy as hell and I’ve got paramedics hauling me here.”
“Our business always picks up this time of the year,” Collins said. “But I’m happy to report you won’t be with us too long. You seem to check out pretty nicely.”
“Glad to hear it, doc. so what gives?”
“Overexertion, it seems. Your EKG is fine. All vital signs are fine. The dizziness was your heart’s way of telling you to slow down, and you’ve got a good neighbor to call 911 when he saw you in distress.
“Not everyone’s so lucky. We get a lot of cardiac arrest coming through here with snow on their boots. But I’m going to give you a quick look-see before I send you on your way and give your space to someone who really needs it.”
The doctor’s sense of humor allayed any of Scott’s lingering fears, a bedside manner that inspired confidence, and now a little more. Collins’s long fingers bore no rings, and his eyes nearly burned through Scott to the stretcher. Funny how he was feeling lightheaded again.
Collins took Scott’s wrist and studied his watch, recording a strong pulse. “Seventy-two. Not bad for someone who’s lying in a hospital.”
He pumped the blood-pressure sleeve full and listened to the hiss as it slowly deflated.
“One-twelve over sixty-eight. No problem there. Now, open wide.” Collins slipped the thermometer beneath Scott’s tongue with one hand and wrestled his stethoscope into place with the other.
“Normal,” he said, withdrawing the instrument, his eyes still firmly locked with Scott’s. “A listen to your heart, a half-hour’s rest and I think you’ll be on your way.”
“Sorry to waste your time,” Scott replied, his cheeks flushing as he recognized a distinct, unmistakable stirring beneath his gown.
“That’s why I’m paid minimum wage,” Collins joked, slipping the cold stethoscope beneath the gown at the side opening. “Now… inhale deeply, and exhale.”
The doctor pressed the stainless steel to Scott’s left pectoral and paused, listening to the hammering organ that was racing again. He moved to the right, then to beneath the ribs and back across to the left.
Scott felt embarrassment and arousal in equal portions, and he prayed that Collins was unaware he was swelling by the second. No chance of that in the hopelessly inadequate coverage of a hospital gown.
“Nice to see your blood flow hasn’t been restricted,” Collins said, eliminating all doubt, his stethoscope creeping lower still. “Deep breath… in and out.”
Deep breath? Scott could barely get the oxygen past his lips, and he shuddered when he felt the steel instrument dip lower into his brush of hair and almost imperceptibly graze his cock, which now was laying engorged and impatient on his belly, pointing due north.
And with that Collins withdrew the stethoscope and slipped his hands beneath the gown on each side, pressing gently into Scott’s abdomen. “Does that hurt?” he asked, his voice not betraying his own arousal.
“No,” Scott sighed. “It’s fine.”
“How about this?” Collins asked, his hands lower, thumbs pressing into the crease where Scott’s legs met his hips.
“No…” he said, wriggling on the stretcher, practically begging for more. The cool ER air washed over him in a rush when Collins lifted Scott’s gown up from his thighs to his navel, exposing him fully to the doctor’s view.
“You ARE a healthy specimen,” Collins said, looking up to the wide-eyed wonder he saw in his patient.
It occurred to Scott that nothing being said could be misconstrued beyond the privacy of this curtained room, the sound of nurses coming and going mere feet away.
“Let’s check your reflexes.”
Collins’s large, warm hand reached to Scott’s cock and lifted it from his stomach, encircling its humid thickness.
Scott was wondering how they’d get his fingernails out of the ER ceiling.
“Good. Excellent response. Now, any pain when I do this?”
Collins took one agonizingly long stroke of Scott’s full erection.
“No,” he managed in reply. “It feels… fine.”
The doctor’s palm slipped between Scott’s thighs and took a handful of balls, heavy in fullness.
“No discomfort?”
“No.” It was all Scott could do to utter a single coherent syllable.
“Even when I squeeze, like this?”
Scott swallowed a gasp.
“No.”
“Good… good.”
By now Collins’s hand was moving skillfully up and down Scott’s fully distended shaft, a generous pearl of fluid milked from the tip, providing a better lubricant than anything on a hospital shelf.
“Slow breaths,” Collins said. “Relax.”
Scott’s head was slumped back onto the pillow. He was lost in the sensation when it all changed dramatically, a warm hand replaced by a hot, wet heat. He tucked his chin to his chest and saw Collins in glorious profile, his doctor’s cheek bulging as he slowly devoured Scott’s cock, pushing down to nearly digest the entire length.
Collins pulled back, flashing his tongue over the tip.
“You’re doing great,” he said, grinning as he paused briefly in his feast.
“Concentrate on your breathing, Scott. Deep breaths. In and out.”
Collins returned to his oral massage, inhaling and exhaling Scott’s throbbing cock — in and out — with fantastic suction, lifting free for just an instant.
He passed his patient a small handtowel, which Scott promptly clamped in his teeth.
“That’s it… in and out. In and out.”
The words were ringing in Scott’s ears when he felt a bolt of lightning energize him from his hair follicles to his toenails. Collins felt it too, and his hand reached to Scott’s balls, pulled tight to his groin in support of what was to happen next.
The first creamy spurt pulsed from him to the depths of his doctor’s throat, as did the second, the third and a weakening fourth. Collins was relentless, sucking with magnificent force, his mouth pulling back just to the ridge of Scott’s sharply cut cockhead before it plunged down once more.
The doctor brought him back to earth slowly, still savoring the thick, salty fluid, licking him clean with expert care.
“Excellent, Scott,” he said finally, tracing his tongue over his lower lip.
“I’d say that everything’s in perfect working order.”
Scott returned only a weak smile. He was drained, but his heart never felt better.
“Thanks, doc,” he managed. “Thanks for the good news.”
“My pleasure. Just take it easy the rest of the day, OK? Nothing… hard.”
He patted Scott’s thigh and pulled the blue gown back in place, straightening himself at stretcher-side as he smoothed his white lab coat and adjusted his stethoscope around his neck.
“The nurse will give you my number. Make an appointment to see me at my office in a week if you like. Now, rest for a bit.
“I’d say you’re ready for discharge.”
Even Collins was surprised by his choice of words.
“But I guess I should have said that a while ago,” he said through a broad smile, and he disappeared through the curtain.
Scott lay very still for what seemed like eternity, alone behind the curtain, the sound of the emergency room buzzing softly around him.
He would live, Dr. Collins had told him, which was the best news he had heard all day. Overexertion shoveling snow… so much for the invincibility of his fast-fading youth, he mused.
“He’s fine, nurse. He’s going to rest for a bit, then he’ll be on his way.”
Dr. Collins quickly briefed the ER nurse before slipping away, and it occurred to Scott that unless he took matters into his own hands, he might never see this kind, incredibly arousing man again.
He felt a deep, aching hunger as he thought about what had just transpired, about his doctor stroking him to a raging hardness, the sensation of throbbing in his mouth, of ejaculating full and hot in a nearly blinding orgasm. And his thoughts began to race at light-speed about what was beneath Collins’s starched, white lab coat.
Scott slid off the gurney and untied his blue hospital gown, tossing it back onto the makeshift bed, then took his clothes from the clear plastic bag tied to the stretcher and slowly began to get dressed.
From his pocket he took a small notebook and began to write, his words almost outpacing his common sense. His message was clear, between the lines.
“Dr. Collins, I can’t thank you enough. Well, perhaps I can. Let me buy you a drink tonight? I’ll be at Lancaster’s after 7. Hope to see you there. Scott Cole.”
It was easy enough leaving the note; Collins’s steel-grey BMW was parked in his own labeled spot 25 yards from the door to emergency.
Scott slipped the small sheet under the wiper, walking back to the taxi stand with his mind still boiling over. He followed Collins’s orders, returning home to relax for the rest of the day.
* * *
It was just after 7 when Collins appeared in the doorway of Lancaster’s, a popular local bar. Scott rose to his feet from his booth on the wall and waved in greeting, Collins nodding through his grin. They shook hands warmly, Scott patting his doctor’s tricep in a warmer welcome. This man surely worked out.
“So, you’re still vertical,” Collins said, smiling.
“Thanks to you, Dr. Collins.”
The formality of the words made both men laugh.
“Please… it’s Mark,” Collins said. “I hear enough of the ‘doctor’ business at work.”
“Mark,” Scott repeated. “What’ll you have?”
Mark ordered a bourbon and water and Scott refreshed his Chivas on the rocks. For an hour they chatted like old friends, their chemistry apparent to them both. Sipped on an empty stomach, Mark felt his few bourbons going straight to his groin, a medical phenomenon he never could figure out. It was almost as if Scott could read his mind.
“What do you say we continue this at my place? I’m just around the corner.”
Mark nodded. He was not the one in the position of authority now, as he had been earlier in the day. Not that he minded. He found Scott tremendously appealing, something that probably had not gone unnoticed in the ER when he had had his lips locked around Scott’s cock, devouring it.
* * *
The townhouse was dimly lit when they walked inside, and Scott welcomed his guest to his tidy living room, nodding toward the thick, deep sofa.
“Make yourself at home, Mark. Another of the same?”
“That’d be fine,” Mark replied, settling in.
Scott returned with the drinks in hand, easing himself down beside his guest.
“To good health,” he said, raising his Chivas in a toast. “And to the special doctors who promote it.”
They clinked their glasses and downed half their contents in a single, long swallow.
“Can I ask you something?” Scott said, any inhibitions fully dulled by the scotch.
Mark studied him for a second. “Shoot.”
“I already have, on the stretcher, and that’s what I want to ask you about.”
The two men burst out laughing.
“No, I don’t do that to all my patients, if that’s what you were going to ask,” Mark said. “You were the first, in fact. But as I was examining you, I couldn’t help but notice that your gown was moving in the most peculiar way.”
“Was it really.”
They laughed again.
“So like any good doctor, I had to investigate fully. All the vital signs, you know. And need I remind you what I found when I lifted up your gown?”
“I remember, Mark. My God, do I remember.”
“Let me remind you anyway. I found this gorgeous, swollen specimen. Tell me it wasn’t asking for my attention, but demanding it.”
Scott felt a shiver run down his spine, just as he felt his own hand fall on the inside of Mark’s thigh.
“And it’s never had more incredible attention than you gave it,” Scott answered.
His hand ran slowly up from Mark’s knee to an inch below his groin, then back down again.
“I don’t know why that happened,” Scott continued, his hand still moving rhythmically. “There was something about you in that white coat, the situation I found myself in, the danger of being nearly out in the open of the ER. I’ve tried all day to think of a suitable way to thank you for the kindness you showed me, and I’ve arrived at an answer.”
Mark’s leg was trembling, his cock beginning to swell inside his silk boxers.
“I want to repay the favor,” Scott said, his fingers spreading open and coming to rest on his doctor’s now prominent bulge, squeezing gently.
Their eyes met, and Mark knew he was powerless to resist. As if resistance was even an option.
Scott reached to Mark’s waist and smoothly undid his belt, moving his hands to unclip his fine wool trousers.
Mark drained what was left of his bourbon and leaned back into the thick cushions, watching Scott take quiet charge as he sunk to his knees, between his legs. With a tantalizing pull downward, Mark’s fly opened; Scott’s hand beneath his ass encouraged him to lift up, and his pants slid down the sparse hair on his strong thighs, past his knees to his ankles. Scott eased them off.
Mark’s arousal was plain to them both, the thick outline of a fast-growing erection pushing out the loose leg of his boxers. Scott leaned in and blew softly, the silk billowing like the sail of a boat, then reached to the fly and twisted open the two buttons, tugging carefully to reposition the silk. Mark’s cockhead peeked out through the fly, and as he shifted his weight on the sofa, his broadly veined shaft came into view, too.
“You are magnificent,” Scott half-whispered, mesmerized by what now stood proudly before him, long and thick and pointing at the ceiling.
Scott reached below the quivering shaft into the fly of Mark’s boxers, feeling a damp heat on his hand before he arrived at his destination. The sack of velvet-soft skin was loose and very smooth, completely free of hair.
With three fingers, he felt the weight of Mark’s balls and scooped them up gently, easing them out of the fly, then rocked back to drink in the view. They provided a full support for Mark’s cock, which was bobbing on its own, glistening at the tip of the sharply cut head.
Scott took a long, deep breath, Mark’s musky scent better than anything his imagination could conjure up.
“Mark,” he said, leaning in again. “I owe you this much. At least.”
With that, Scott’s tongue dipped to the base of Mark’s cock, pressing firmly into the hot skin. He felt Mark’s hands in his hair, encouraging him, and like a cat he took one long, slow, wet lick upward, salivating over the generous length of the shaft that now was swollen full.
The beautiful cockhead was engorged a purplish blue, a discoloration that began where the skin parted to form the crown. Scott raised up a little and pulled the entire pulsing shaft down until it was pointing at him like a missile that was precisely aimed and ready to fire. Which, in fact, it was.
Scott’s lips parted as he decided that, now, delicacy was highly overrated. He took one last look at Mark, whose eyes were wide with wonder, then focused on his target, feeling its heat before savoring its taste as the stiff cock entered his mouth. It was more than half inhaled before it ever touched Scott’s lips, or experienced the marvelous suction that pulled at Mark’s taut, veined member.
“Oh my God…” Mark’s moan went unheard by Scott, who was intent on giving his doctor — his friend — more pleasure than he had ever felt.
Scott pressed down until his nose felt the brush of Mark’s pubic hair, his tongue pressed to the bottom of his mouth to accommodate the thick meat. He nearly gagged, but pulled back until Mark’s cock emerged fully, wet and shiny and eager for more.
Mark’s nails dug into his oral lover’s scalp and pushed him down, Scott grunting as he consumed his fleshy meal again. Up and down he moved now, finding a perfect rhythm for them both; Mark’s ass rose and fell from the sofa as he fucked Scott’s hungry mouth.
His heat built in the frozen time as Scott bore down on him, drooling, sucking. But Scott needed more — he needed more than to feel and to taste Mark’s climax… he needed to see it.
Mark’s balls had pulled up tight, his end clearly at hand. On his lips, Scott felt the tremors at the base of Mark’s cock, and he moved back completely, staring open-mouthed at the missile he had primed.
The fluid bubbling at the tip suggested impending joy for both men, and Scott was never more ready for anything. At that instant, he saw the first viscous spurt arc from Mark’s cockhead in a direct line toward his face. He didn’t have time to react, and caught most of the creamy gift on his jaw.
His right hand took Mark’s shaft and pumped it loosely, bringing forth another full spurt, then another and another. Scott aimed these with great care, gulping down every salty drop that Mark yielded. He slowed to a sticky dribble and Scott lapped it up, licking the slowly flagging cock that danced as it was spent, the blood retreating back the softening shaft.
Mark slumped back into the sofa with Scott clinging to his thighs, suckling the now almost flaccid cock that hung out of his silk boxers.
“Fuck, yeah…” Mark moaned, his hands still in Scott’s hair. “Let me tell you, this was JUST what the doctor ordered.”
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