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I'm Paul Worthington M.D., an epidemiologist with an office in Springfield, IL, but consult from St. Louis to Chicago, these days I'm very busy. In Chicago I consult primarily at Loyola University Medical Center, but also at the Feinberg School of Medicine at Northwestern University.
Jim Marker is a professor at Loyola University's North campus in Chicago, a clinical psychologist specializing in domestic crisis management, and consults at the medical center as well. His job may be tougher and more stressful than mine, life crises generally aren't part of my business. I handle the infection; he handles the rest.
We first met at a general staff meeting at the medical center, though neither of us are truly on staff. A decent dinner was provided, if a hospital can provide one. We sat across from each other, no cocktails but they did have beer and wine. There was something between us, not magical but special. We shared a lot while we ate. I learned a lot about him; he learned a lot about me.
One reason I like to come to Chicago is I can get something I can't get in Springfield, or at least wouldn't try. There are a lot of wooded areas in Chicago and a lot of sex-hungry men cruising them.
"Is that you, Jim?"
"Paul, why are you here?"
"Probably the same reason you are."
We hugged, kissed deeply. Jim dropped to his knees and started to open my pants.
"No, Jim."
"Then why the fuck are you here. Paul?"
"I've got a room nearby; it would be a lot better there, if you're okay with that."
"You lead. I'll follow," Jim said, but he knew where we were going.
In Paul's room we undressed, I was in a red jock, he said, "Leave that on." Paul was in boxers but rummaged through his suitcase, went into the bathroom (don't know exactly why) and came out in a similar red jock.
We hopped in bed, made out seriously for a while. While having fun, Paul mused, Jim is hairy, I'm not but his is fun to play in. Jim started to suck my nipples. They're kind of large for a man (not man boobs but substantial nipples.) We did a nipple 69. Jim's nipples are smaller but very prominent.
"Ouch!" Jim bit me.
It became a nipple orgy, licking, sucking, and nibbling. We both got boners, but with our cocks trapped in the jocks they couldn't get totally erect.
We then did a cock 69, still in jocks. Raw 69's are all good, 69's in jocks are really different. We mouthed each other for a long time, cocks, balls and taints. I came, then Jim did, cum seeping through the jocks.
We stripped the jocks off and Paul put them in the bathroom sink. Back in bed we cleaned up each other with tongue baths and shared the result with a deep kiss. We made out a while longer.
"You got another one of those in there, Jim?" I asked, patting him on the balls.
"In about a half hour, but I can't stay, Paul, but maybe sometime. We're both up here about every month or so. We'll have opportunities."
"If you change your mind, you know where I am."
"If I had my choice I wouldn't go, but I don't."
I got up and dressed, Paul went into the bathroom, rinsed out the jocks, wrung them out in towel and brought them back in the bedroom. He handed me mine.
"Want to swap? I asked.
"Sure," said Paul.
Paul and I met a few times when he consulted and I was on call, though when he was here, I pretended to be on call whether I was or not. I've spent a lot of time cruising Chicago parks, but Paul and a room is so much better.
Another damn staff meeting where nothing gets done, but attendance is mandatory.
Paul called. "Are you going, Jim?"
"Do I have a choice, but I'm not going to eat that shitty dinner?"
"I do have a choice," said Paul, "but yes, I'm going too. Can we have dinner together then?"
Didn't know what that meant, not the dinner, the choice.
"Yes, and a lot more. My wife is visiting her mother in St. Louis, I've got the whole weekend free, I couldn't go. I'll put the dog in a kennel if you want to spend a couple of days together."
"Just have one, but yes, Jim, it's all yours. Do you have the red jock?:
"Yes, I keep it in a special place."
"Wear it."
The meeting lasted terribly long and, as usual, no one paid much attention.
"Ready for dinner? asked Paul.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Deep dish Chicago pizza?"
Not my favorite but it's okay, I prefer New York style thin crust pizza, especially in New York (anathema for a Chicagoan.) "Sure," I said.
"Do you want to go in town?"
"No point. Despite the hype, they're not really much different anywhere. Closer you get to down town, the higher the price and the bigger the pizza. About two miles from here is Alioto's. They have a personal pan pizza that's plenty big enough for two, and a Caesar salad with mustard marinated mushrooms that's a knockout."
At the restaurant; "What do you want on this?" asked Paul.
"If you're going to eat one of these, go all the way," I answered.
It really was good, especially the salad. I had two glasses of wine, Jim ordered and drank a half pitcher of beer.
Back at the hotel we stripped down.
"You're wearing the red jock."
"Doctor's orders," I answered.
"Jim, I'm too full and too tired to mess around right now. It's kind of late; can we just go to sleep?"
"I'm with you Paul." We cuddled a bit then fell asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up before Paul and went to get us coffee, I knew how he liked it.
"Good morning, Paul. I've got you coffee." I slipped out of my jeans and t-shirt and hopped back on the bed
Paul sat up and thanked me, taking the cup.
"Do you want to go down for breakfast, Paul."
"I'm hungry, but not for that stuff. I'm hungry for a nice piece of meat and a couple of fat potatoes." He gave me a serious grope in the jock.
Paul finished his coffee then buried his face in my crotch. "Lay back Jim, I'm headed for breakfast."
"You might not be the only one hungry, Paul."
He threw the covers back, "Have at it, Jim." We did a jock 69 for a while, then took them off for a real one.
"Do you want to sync these, Paul?"
"Don't we always?"
We both had nice semi's from the jocks, but they plumped full quickly. We had done this several times. Moving around from cock to balls to taint. This actually could take a long time. We always did the same thing to each other; if it was cock it was cock, balls it was balls. Paul was really good sucking my glans, I hope he was happy with my job too. Sometimes we'd both go deep and pull back together; sometimes we'd alternate. When we were at the point of no return, we came within seconds of each other. We snowballed our cum until it was gone.
"You do have another one in there, Jim?" Paul said squeezing my balls.
"At least one."
"Don't have time for more than one," answered Paul.
"Why do you have to leave so soon?"
"I've got a long drive."
"Springfield isn't all that far."
"Birmingham is, I'm relocating and my family has already moved."
"What! Does this mean we're over?"
"Don't know, Jim, but time will tell."
I sat up on the edge of the bed "Can't do another one, Paul, you just knocked it out of me. I feel like I've been thrown under the bus and bleeding to death."
"I should have waited to tell you, I love you, Jim."
"You've never said that. I love you too, Paul."
We were both on the verge of tears but didn't cry.
"Let's, get up and get you out of here, get an early lunch, and send you on your way. That's got to be a ten hour or more drive."
"Want to swap jocks again?"
"No, I want to keep yours, Paul."
We had a light lunch, driving on a full stomach isn't fun.
We hugged, kissed and said good bye. "You will keep in touch," Paul asked?
"Try and stop me."
Another hug and kiss, Paul got in his car and was off, probably forever.
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