by Declan Ward
I exhale. He’s trying to make me comfortable at least. He might not be giving me the control to jerk myself off, but he’s giving me the rest of the control.
“So, what do you want me to do, Keaton?” he asks.
I take a deep breath. Neither option is anal. So really, neither option is gay. Both ways are safe. But with a blowjob, at least he’s the one doing the work. He’s going down on me. The less I do, the more comfortable I am. The less vulnerable I feel.
But I did almost fuck his hand while he gave me the handjob. I wanted to. What’s wrong with me? First I can’t get hard, and now a guy—my doctor—is getting me off.
“I want you to give me the blowjob,” I say, speaking slowly.
And before I have a chance to second-guess myself, he pulls me off the exam table, his strength and agility surprising me, leaving me standing on the ground. And then he’s on his knees, and I feel his warm breath against my still-hard cock.
Then he licks the tip, and the stimulation starts again. Hot, erotic, and wet as he takes my cock in his mouth. His left hand, still in the latex glove, continues to play with my balls, as his mouth tenderly moves up and down my cock. I feel his tongue dancing around in his mouth, licking me all over.
He’s gentler than he was when he was stroking me, but it still feels incredible. He’s better than any girl has been sucking me off. He’s attentive, stimulating every part of me, his hands playing and stroking the areas that his mouth isn’t arousing.
He stops sucking and strokes for a moment, kissing the tip of my cock gently. It brings ripples of pleasure throughout my entire dick, and he kisses it again, and I moan. Then his tongue slips around the tip as he moves forward, ready to suck it again. The stimulation feels like it’s coming from so many places. I can’t help but moan and fall into the erotic bliss. I moan and moan, and he sucks and sucks.
My balls are so full with cum, and my mind is so fuzzy from the pleasure. I love how it feels, and I love that he keeps sucking. His mouth is so warm and wet, and my cock somehow gets even harder. I thought it was fully erect, but it feels like it’s getting even bigger as I’m getting even hornier. I could burst with cum any moment, but he gives me just enough to stimulation to make the pleasure last without making me orgasm.
He’s edging me without stopping, and I couldn’t make him stop if I tried. So what if he’s a guy? It feels so incredible.
His latex-covered left hand starts to move away from my balls and closer to my ass. His finger is teasing it, his hand rubbing gently near my hole. With the combination of his mouth on my cock, his right hand playing with my balls, and his left hand teasing my ass, I’m in ecstasy. I don’t even care how gay the ass play is. It feels so good that I don’t mind. I can’t mind, because my brain is so foggy with erotic bliss that I can barely think.
The stimulation from the wet latex on my ass feels nearly as good as his warm, wet mouth on my dick. The sensations are rippling, the pleasure is expanding, and my moans are nonstop. My breathing is so fast, my moaning so animalistic, that I know he knows I’m up for anything that’ll give me pleasure.
That’s what he sticks a finger up my ass. Slowly at first, but I feel the latex inside of me, the wet, slippery lubricated warmth bringing a pleasurable pressure to my asshole.
Now there’s so much pleasure from all angles that I can’t help myself. I start to ride his finger, to fuck his mouth. He sucks me off even more skillfully as I fuck his mouth, my hand reaching forward to guide his head. His tongue licks all the right spots, and his finger slips deeper into my ass. A second finger joins it, the pressure rising, and the pleasure building.
I’m moaning and loving every second of it. And as he keeps finger fucking me, I know I’m so close to orgasm. I need to cum so bad. I’m tired of edging. I’m going to explode. A moment longer, and there’s no chance of me holding back the orgasm.
His mouth gets tighter on my cock; the stimulation and bliss is overwhelming.
“Fuck, doc, I’m gonna cum,” I moan.
My moans are so loud, I know they can be heard outside of Dr. Alvarez’s office, but I don’t even care. I keep moaning. He keeps fucking me and sucking me and playing with me. He’s got me so deep in the thralls of pleasure that I’m not thinking anymore. This is more pleasure than I’ve ever felt. So erotic, so hot. And I’m so. Fucking. Hard.
“Doc, ahh! I’m gonna—” Moan, thrust, fuck—“I’m so”—Moan, thrust, fuck—“so fucking”—Moan, thrust, fuck—“close!”
His right hand moves away from my balls and starts to tightly stroke my cock harder and harder and faster and faster as his mouth continues to move up and down, licking all the most sensitive spots, so wet and so hot. The whole time, he’s fucking my ass with his fingers. At this point, I can’t tell if it’s two fingers or three or more, but it feels so good, and my ass is opening up to the pleasure, to him.
My cock is so full of cum. The precum is free flowing now. The pleasure is so powerful it almost hurts, and I know I can’t hold it anymore. It’s taking every fiber of my being to hold it in, to let the edging go on.
I look down on him sucking, and he’s looking up at me, a hungry, erotic pleasure glowing in his eyes. His stare pierces through me, and it’s almost as if his eyes command me—“Cum!”—and I do.
I burst all over, an explosive moaning escaping my mouth, my cock thrusting hard into his mouth as my cum flows down his throat. He never stops. His fingers still sliding into my ass, his mouth still sucking, his tongue still lapping up my cum, his hand still stroking and playing with my balls.
The sensation penetrates my mind, so high on endorphins and overwhelming erotic bliss. The orgasm ripples over and over, filling my entire body with an undying ecstasy, a warm rioting pleasure that never stops flowing through me. My eyes roll back into my head as my moans echo each other. I moan, and I moan again, and again. And the pleasure still comes. Dr. Alvarez never stops stringing me along this endless rapture of pure blissful orgasm.
My cum keeps flowing, and he swallows every last drop.
And then it stops.
He rises, standing over me. Only then, as the pleasure still pulses through my veins, do I realize how much taller than me he is. He looks down, a pure, satisfied grin plastered on his face. It’s almost fiendish in its dominance, how enthralled he is in giving me the overwhelming pleasure.
“Thanks, doc,” I say, breathless and panting.
My breath is still fast as I feel the orgasm echoing over and over, soft moans still echoing over and over out of my lips.
“I don’t think you’ll have any trouble from now on,” he says.
And instinctively I know that if I do have any trouble, I won’t be able to stop the memory of this from invading my mind. My exhausted cock perks up at the notion of remembering the bliss. I already want more. I can’t believe he gave me such pure pleasure.
“I’ll give you a minute to calm down,” he says, his grin softening from one of dominance to the normal, happy grin I remember him always having.
Dr. Alvarez moves toward the sink, tossing the latex gloves in the trash on his way. He washes his hands, taking a moment to wipe his sweaty face. He cleans up as if this is the most normal procedure. As if it’s routine.
A minute passes before I even think of moving. The orgasm still feels like it’s echoing through me, and though it’s left me tired, I feel so alive. I exhale a deep breath, finally letting myself just soak in it all completely.
Dr. Alvarez is back at his desk now, glancing at me every few moments. He’s waiting for me to get dressed and leave, but I have a feeling he doesn’t mind my lingering. I wonder if someone was supposed to have an appointment with him after me. I have no idea how much time has even passed. And I wonder if people outside the office really did hear me. Was this normal? Would they know what happened in this room?
The pleasure finally starts to pass. I lean down, picking up my clothes. I slip on my boxer briefs, covering my tired cock, and put my jeans over those.
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nce I’m fully dressed, I linger for a moment longer. I look over at Dr. Alvarez, wondering how many times this has happened. How many guys has he convinced to do this? And did it really fix the problem permanently? I have no idea, but if the problem continues, I have a feeling I’ll find myself back here. Straight or not, I can’t get over how much pleasure he just gave me.
I walk over to his desk, more nervous in his presence than embarrassed.
“Do you think… I could, um…” I start to say, wondering if the other guys he’s treated have asked the question I’m about to ask.
I don’t finish the question, but he reaches into his desk and places a box of the latex gloves on the wood desktop.
“You’ll have to buy them after this, but here,” he says.
Clearly, I’m not the first person to ask.
“Thanks, Dr. Alvarez,” I say.
“If you have any more trouble—which I doubt—just make another appointment. We’ll see if we can resolve the problem,” he says.
I nod, still lingering.
“But we’ll check on it at your next physical anyway. Just in case it’s… an ongoing issue,” he says, choosing his words carefully.
He’s being cautious, hiding that grin that he normally wears.
“Yeah, sounds good, doc,” I say.
I pick up the box of gloves, excited to give them a try myself, and start to walk away. The distance from his desk to the door feels unending as my mind goes over everything that just happened. The handjob. The blowjob. The fingering. The blissful orgasm. My cock stirs again. I know I won’t have any trouble getting hard.
“And Keaton,” he says, making me stop in my tracks. “Don’t just rely on masturbating with those gloves. Make sure you actually have that sex you were so worried about. Doctor’s orders.”
I turn, and he’s grinning. I nod.
I have a feeling I’ll be back.
