So this will count as the usual disclaimer that ladi-dadi-dah, bara-bing bara-boong, I heard nothing, I saw nothing, you can't prove anything! If you don't like what you are about to read, then you don't know what you are missing.
For the rest of you, who are completely on-board with me: relax, sit back, loosen up your pants and take them off, cause your cock will need plenty of room during this story. And if you ruin your keyboard because you got cum all over it, you can thank me later for the much needed release.
As always, comments and input are always welcome at DrThroat@aol.com
THE INTERN
This story goes back a few years, right after I had graduated medical school. I was pretty open about my sexuality for most of the duration. But as I discovered that I wanted to become a surgeon, I also found that the world of surgery is very homophobic and narrow-minded. That's why when I started my surgical internship in Boston, I decided to keep things to myself until I had a better assessment of the situation. That was not that hard since I was very straight-acting.
My first couple of months in Boston I was assigned to one of the community hospitals in the suburbs. On top of unbelievable hours, I had to commute quite a bit. I was always tired. And not knowing anybody in town and feeling lonely did not help either. Plus being in an away rotation, I missed on all the new friendships that are formed in the new intern class.
So two months later, tired, lonely, and entirely too horny, I started at the university hospital. That place was HUGE! And all those new faces! I felt that most of the other interns had formed a camaraderie, since they all were so friendly already.
Well, whatever! In no time I would be commiserating with them too. For now let's concentrate on the reason I was there to begin with: learn to be a doctor.
Then the hero of our story entered my life. I saw him on my third day in the hospital. I was on the patient ward, taking care of some stuff, as he casually strolled by and sat in the nursing station with a patient chart on his lap. He was absolutely gorgeous! To die for! George Clooney look-alike, except from a Nordic background. Straight, dark light brown hair, with that Caesar do, complemented his round baby face. The ocean-blue eyes perfectly matched the surgical scrubs he was wearing. The V-neck revealed a gentle tuft of hair covering well-developed pecs. The rest of his torso was very athletic. In short, the man was exuding the kind of strong masculine features which drive me wild. I couldn't help but stare the whole time he was seated there. Good thing he never looked up, because I had totally forgotten what I was doing, and had immersed myself in his presence.
Finally he finished the note he was writing. He got up and left in the other direction. That gave me a perfect shot of his ass. And I absorbed as much of that view I could until he turned around the corner.
WOW! I knew I was horny. But my reaction to this guy was completely unnatural. I practically swallowed him whole, just using my eyes.
I can't remember the last time I was so overwhelmed by a guy at first sight. The worst part of the story is that this was not some chance encounter on an exotic beach. This guy works in the same hospital; I will see him again and again, and I hope I can better maintain my composure the next time.
The next time turned out to be the next day. I was on the wards again, doing some task or another. I heard loud laughter of a group of guys from down the hall. I looked up to see who it was. It was a group of interns from one of the other services, and our "hero" amongst them. This was the first time I heard his voice. Strong and confident, yet with a gentle and familiar tone. And the way he interacted with his colleagues, it was as though I yearned to be part of his group.
Once again I couldn't help but stare. They each grabbed a chart or two, and wrote their notes. The whole time I was just fixed on him. I followed every single movement of his. When he finished with his note and returned the chart to the rack, he threw a quick glimpse in my direction. I don't know if he knew I was staring the whole time. For the first time I got a good look of his gorgeous eyes. Then, he just joined the rest of his team and they all continued on.
You know, I can't act like this. Like some horny teenage boy going ga-ga over his idol. I am a professional, and need to act that way. Yet, as soon as I got home I stripped and jerked off to the fantasy of me and him on a deserted island together.
The next day I bumped into him in the cafeteria. I was already having lunch with the guys on my team. Then he and his team appeared with their trays. They sat two tables down from us. Which gave me a perfect and unsuspecting view of him. Once again I was drowning in a sea of staring and salivating. Once again he suddenly glimpsed in my direction, and caught me staring at him. Fuck! I need to better control myself.
And this kind of awkwardness went on for a few weeks. In the meantime I managed to find out who he was. I went to the nursing station that had the composite pictures of all the interns. His name was Thomas. He was an urologist. Believe me, the irony of the situation was not lost on me. AN UROLOGIST! This guy wants to specialize in diseases of dicks and prostate. On many lonely nights I convinced myself that I was going to fake some disease and go to his clinic, only so I could get check by him. But come next morning common sense would kick in.
In the meantime, I also learned that he was married. I saw the wedding ring on his finger. I also overheard him, on one of my spying escapades, discussing this or that thing about his wife and how she was adjusting to his terrible work hours.
It was a pretty miserable being. I needed my daily dose of gawking at him, so to satisfy my urges. And I am definitely sure that he knew I was looking at him. I actually felt bad for him. He was just this regular guy, minding his own business at work, while this pervert faggot (me) made him very uncomfortable.
Then one Monday morning, I didn't see him. I looked for him in all the usual places. Nope, gone! Come Tuesday, still no Tom to be found. Wednesday, same thing. I wanted to go up to one of his teammates and ask what happened to him. I was going to be devastated if he got shipped to another rotation at one of the other hospitals. Thursday, Friday, and I was still lost as to what happened to him. A horrible weekend of jerking off followed.
The next Monday morning he was back. My man was back! And boy, he looked FINE! He must have been on vacation the week before. He was sporting a nice tan, and his brown hair had tuned a nice shade of gold. And he had found this leather necklace with a couple of beads in the center. The whole look, complemented with the blue scrub suit and the white lab coat, yummy! As if before I had problems keeping from staring at him, now it was going to be impossible. I could just imagine myself attacking him in a moment of weakness and ripping everything off of him and feasting on everything he got.
That afternoon I had some regular hospital work to take care of. The large soda I had during lunch finally hit my bladder and I needed to go. I entered the men's room at the end of the floor, and right away I was frozen in my place. It was him, Tom, who had just situated himself by one of the two urinals. I heard the first splash of his piss hit the stall. Now, I have stage-freight with public urination to begin with, but doing it next to Tom, it was impossible. I was contemplating leaving the bathroom and avoiding any embarrassment. But it was too late. I think he had seen me enter. If I didn't act cool and approach the other urinal next to him, I was going to make things even worse. Slowly, I walked over to the empty urinal, as he continued to pee. I opened my zipper and took out my cock. Boy, the thought of both of our cocks out in the open next to each other, wow! He was still peeing, and my cock was getting stiff instead of letting out some piss.
I'm not into water sports at all. But at that moment in time I would give anything if he would just turn around a quarter of the way and piss all over me instead of wasting it all in the urinal. And my cock was just getting stiffer. In fact, I kinda had to conceal it so that the length and the angle would not give it away. He finally finished peeing and tucked it in. He gave me that politically correct nod as he left the men's room. By now, the scent of his urine had filled the bathroom, and I had a raging hard on. There was only one thing I wanted to do. I relived that moment in my head, with both of our cocks out in the open, and jerked off intensely right there into the urinal. I came so hard, it must have cracked the porcelain of the urinal.
That evening I was on call. Finally, by 11'ish I finished all I had to take care of and headed to the call room. As I headed to my assigned room for the night, I saw Tom coming from the other direction. I was wondering where he was headed to. As I got to my room and opened the door, it was evident that he was also on call and assigned the room next to me. As he opened his door to go in, again he gave me that politically correct nod that acknowledges my existence, yet tells me how uncomfortable he was. We both went into our respective rooms. This was too much. Knowing that he was going to spend the night in the room next to me.
This was definitely a cause for celebration. As soon as I locked the door behind me, I whipped out my cock to stroke it. I turned on the TV to conceal any moaning sounds I was going to make. As it turned out, it was the night that the Berlin Wall came down, and they had live coverage.
I spread on the bed, relived our encounter in the men's room, and stroked my cock. Just then I heard this loud vibrating sound from next door, accompanied by the walls shaking. This lasted a half a minute, and it stopped. I resumed my stroking. Then there was a knock on the door. Shit! I tucked my cock back in and went to the door.
I was definitely not ready for what was waiting on the other side of the door. It was Tom. But not just like I had seen him before. Let me describe, and you'll be amazed I didn't pass out with lust. He was looking on the floor as he was waiting for me to open the door. So naturally I looked down too. He was barefoot. His freshly tanned toes showed a nice contrast to where the straps of his sandals hugged him. Hairy strong calves were attached to those masculine ankles. Above his knees, there was a standard white hospital towel wrapped around his waist. His torso was naked. Fine cover of masculine hair on a bed of tanned chest. He was built, yet had a hint of baby fat on his belly. This makes a man so much more desirable to me, knowing that he is not some Adonis, but a human being after all. His left nipple was decorated with a gold ring! A strong neck attached everything to his head. And just as I had finished taking in all that beautiful view, he turned his head up, and his eyes met mine. I had a lop-sided smile on. He was carrying with him a bag of toiletries.
"Ah, hi, my name is Tom. I don't believe we've been introduced before. I am one of the Urologists."
"Ha... Hi. Uh, I... I'm Jason. Nice to meet you."
"Sorry to interrupt (he had no idea that what he had interrupted was a JO session with him as the main character, so that technically, he was not interrupting, but making an appearance). I was going to take a shower in my room, but something with the piping is wrong. I was wondering if it would be OK if I used your shower instead?"
"Oh sure. Come in."
I held the door open and let him walk in. As he walked past me I got a chance to sniff his nakedness and check him from the back.
"What are you watching?" He was referring to the rather loud TV.
"Oh, it's the news." I really had no idea what was on. Then I remembered it was the thing with the wall. "The Berlin Wall is coming down."
"Really, the Russians gave up, huh?" He gazed at the TV, taking in the events, as I got a chance to gaze at him an take him in.
"Do you mind if I watch this with you. This is pretty exciting stuff."
I bet you this was exciting all right. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring directly at the TV. I sat on the chair across from him. I was already feeling a twitch or two in my dick. He kept staring at the TV, allowing me to steal glances him, while I pretended to watch the TV.
"Isn't it amazing to see the major events happening across the world right here on TV?" He asked. I was thinking to myself, who cares what is happening across the world, the events in this room right now are pretty intense to me. We didn't exchange too many words, as he looked mesmerized by the scenes on the tube.
After a few minutes, he leaned back still on the edge of the bed. So now, he was laying with his torso across the bed, and his neck bent so that his head rested on the wall behind the bed. This made his knees spread wide as his groin got propped up. I stole another glance at him. I looked under the towel. His whole groin was exposed, but because of the poor lighting I couldn't see a thing there. Damn. I could only make that something looked like it sparkled down there. Was it my imagination?
Then I stole another glance to see if I could make out what was really under the towel. Something definitely sparkled there. I couldn't make it out. I tried to focus, but it didn't help. I kept staring and staring, trying to see his cock and find out what part of it actually sparkles.
I must have lost track of time. I must have been staring for hours. Suddenly I looked up. He was looking straight at me the whole time. Oh, shit! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was staring at his groin, and he found me out. I just froze in my place, trying to figure out what to do. He just looked back intensely. I was expecting him any moment to get up and leave, with the possibility of beating the crap out of my faggot ass on the way out.
The stand-off of eye contact continued. Finally, he took the first move. He smiled! He fucking smiled! With that he grabbed the tucked-in corner of the towel and uncovered himself for me. He was into it. HE WAS FUCKING INTO IT!!!
I found out what was sparkling. His rod was pretty long even with no excitement. He was hooded. And at the edge of his foreskin, there was another golden ring. His whole equipment rested on top of two healthy balls, propped up on top of two muscular thighs. That sight was to die for.
Then he started touching himself. He grabbed the nipple with no ring and started to roll it between his fingers. He concentrated on this for a few moments, giving it his full attention. This was, apparently, enough stimulation to excite him. His cock swelled up in the meantime. By now he was at full attention, and what a beautiful sight it was. Straight out and up. Thick manmeat, no bends or curves. No veins, just a tower of glory. He grabbed his ready cock with his right hand and started stroking it. He must have known what he was doing to me at this point.
Then he looked up at me. With his left hand, he motioned for me to come over using two fingers, on a background of the same lop-sided smile I had seen before. I was so glad to be invited to be part of the party. I got up from the chair and walked to his side of the room. I positioned myself between his knees, as they hung from the edge of the bed. Then, instinctively, I knelt on the floor. Now my head was in between his knees. I waited for a sign from him. Something to let me know this was not just a show.
He stopped stroking his rod. Instead, he held it at the base and pointed it toward me. Hesitantly, I lowered my head toward his member. As I approached him, I opened my mouth. I looked up, and he was still focused on his cockhead, waiting for it to be engulfed by me. I lowered myself some more, opened wide, and had his whole 8 inches in me before I closed my mouth on it. This was the first time I ever had touched him.
I had him. I had him in my mouth. Not more than half hour ago I was jerking off and fantasizing having him. And now he is in my bed, with his beautiful cock way up my throat. Was I still dreaming? Was this real or still part of the fantasy?
No, it was real. Had to be. But I wasn't going to let the glory of the moment get to my head. I had a task at hand, and that was to pleasure Tommy. I got busy. I gave him a BJ like he never had before. He tilted his head way back, put his hands on the side of his thighs, and moaned loudly like it was going out of style. Then he took his left hand and played with the nipple ring to stimulate himself. Meanwhile, the ring on his cock helped me tingle his glans while I worked the shaft with my tongue (a trick I had learned in college [different story, I'll tell you later]). I could feel his ecstasy escalating. His cock was dripping tons of precum in my mouth, and I took it all. His breathing got heavier. His whole body broke into a sweat like he just stepped out of the shower.
And then, he released it. He thrust hi pelvis deep into me, yelled, and shot. I counted at least eight spurts, then I lost count as I tried to swallow all the bounty I was given. I clasped his buttocks and gave his cock extra suction as he finished squirting. He was exhausted; I was overjoyed. He just collapsed where he lay. Not a word for at least five minutes as he enjoyed the moment. I simply leaned back on the floor and admired the sight, and the flavor that still lasted in my mouth.
Finally, he looked up at me.
"I believe you wanted to take a shower," I said. I don't know why, but right then both of us burst into a loud laughter. I laughed so hard I almost tasted his cum again in my mouth. After at least two minutes of laughter, we slowed down.
He got up and stood in front of me, in his naked glory. His groin was towering over me, on the background of his beautiful face. He stared me in the eyes. I had no idea what he was up to. He extended his hand to me, with the palm up, and said softly: "Would you care to join me?"
WOULD I EVER?! "Would I ever?!," I said to him. I put my hand in his hand, and he pulled me up to my legs. Now I stood directly in front of him. Eye to eye. Nose to nose. Lip to lip. I looked him in the eyes, and knew what I wanted. I closed my eyes and leaned forward. I prepared my lips, and was delighted to be greeted by another set of lips. We made electrical contact. I squeezed his lips, and then parted them with my tongue. I loved this moment. We kissed passionately on and on.
Then, he needed to come up for air. He paused, and said: "Time for the shower." He grabbed my hand in his and pulled me with him in the direction of the bathroom. We went in. He stepped into the shower stall and I followed. It was tight in there, and that is the way I liked it. He turned the water on. He stepped under it and pulled me in with him. Our lips naturally met again and engaged in passionate kissing. The steamy water poured over us as we lost contact with the real world. Once again, he needed to pause.
"I want you to wash me," He said. I was so excited. In all my years, I don't think I had ever washed a lover before. I grabbed the bar of soap and laid it on his chest. I made circular moves as the lather built up. I moved to the other chest. This was way good. I loved this. I followed with the soap to his belly. The hair on him made the lather even thicker. I loved that creamy sensation under my fingers. I rubbed him all over. I washed down his hips, going down on either side of his cock so not to look so eager. Just as I was beyond the reach of my hand, he turned around.
"Wash my back."
I put the soap on his shoulder. Such manly, broad shoulders. So smooth, tanned, and soft to touch. And it was mine now. I washed those shoulders well. I traced the soap bar to his back. I traced his spine, his flanks. I got to the curve of his butt. I washed each buttcheek. I slowly teased the soap bar in between the cheeks. I didn't know if this was a welcome territory. It is one thing if a married man wants to get his dick sucked by a gay man, since we can outdo a woman any day. But playing with his butt, now that is very personal. I rolled the soap bar in between in crack. So far so good. Then the soap slipped and dropped to the floor. There was enough moisture there to keep me going. I found his rosebud and massaged it. It was tight, baby.
And then I took a faithful leap. I slipped one finger in. Just as I did that, he gasped, jumped forward in reflex so that my finger slipped out. Shit! I had gone too far. He was not ready for this. Fuck!
To my amazement, he put his two palms on the shower wall, leaned his torso forward, spread his legs, and exposed his ass to me. That was all the invitation I needed. I put my hand in his crack again. I found his rosebud. I circled it a few times. Then entered. The sphincter was tight. Inside, the warmth was so inviting. I pushed all the way in and found his prostate. I massaged it. He started moaning again. I knew I had found his soft spot now. I continued to massage his insides, and he loved it. So did I. After a while, I figured he was ready for a second finger. I pushed another one in slowly. I was now able to roll his prostate in between my two fingers. This sent him into overdrive. In addition to his moans, I could see his stiff prick dumping gallons of precum all over the shower floor. I got this going for a while, as I was probably enjoying this moment more than him!
After a few minutes, he looked back at me and said: "Are you going to finger me all night, or fuck me like a real man?"
Wow! This was more than I ever dreamt for. He was inviting me to fuck him. He wanted my cock in him. To explore him, be one with his bowels.
I withdrew my fingers. I positioned myself between his legs, put one hand on his back to make him bend over even more, and grabbed my cock with the other hand. I pointed my pecker to his crack. His rosebud, visible between his buttcheeks, was still pulsating from my massage. I put my glans next to his hole, took a deep breath, and pushed in. Damn, this boy was tight. I forced my way past his sphincter. Once I was past his sphincter, the most amazing thing happened. His bowels exerted a suction effect on my cock and pulled my in involuntarily. I felt like I was being sucked in by him.
"Like that trick?" he said. Boy, this guy is a professional slut! Despite the suction, I managed to pull out halfway, and start fucking him. It was the sweetest ass I have had in a long while. Tight, moist, and inviting. Plus, having Tom attached to it was all the bonus that one could ask for. I fucked him. I fucked him real good. He started his loud moaning again. This guy was noisy! That only got me to fuck him harder. I fucked him and fucked him. And he kept doing the suction thing inside him.
Then I knew I was going to climax. I yelled: "I'm going to cum!"
"Me first." He raised his torso, while still moving to my fucking motions. He squirted the shower wall several times without even had touched himself this whole time. Squirt after squirt it came out and dripped from the wall. This scene by itself was enough to make me cum. And I did. I erupted. As soon as he felt the first squirt inside him, he put both his hands behind my head and brought my head forward. He turned his head, and our lips met. I finished my cumming as we frenched again. I was spent and exhausted.
A few years have passed since then. Tom and I became very good friends, as you may guess why. Many times we were able to sneak into the call rooms and get it on. But that is not the surprising part of the story. It turns out that Cathy, his wife, is also into it. I have been in countless three-ways with them. Tom's favorite position is me fucking him as he fucks his wife. He says that the stimulation is intense with double pleasure in that position. He is right. I have been the lunchmeat in many such sandwiches too. Cathy's favorite position is when Tom and I lay on the bed and make out, while she blows both of us at the same time. Then we both take turns fucking her and each other. Boy, I'm glad I met Tom (and Cathy).
So, again, this whole thing is fiction. No animals were hurt in the making of this short story, but yours truly did have to stop a few times and take things into his own hand, if you know what I mean.....
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