OB Rotation
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
I couldn't believe that it was already four clock in the morning. I pulled myself out of bed and jumped into the shower. I got dressed, grabbed my books, and headed out the door. In 30 minutes, I arrived at the hospital and went in for my senior-year obstetrics rotation.
I did not like surgery. Surgeons had to be up way too early and every time they received a phone call it meant they had to drive to the hospital. In addition, most of the surgeons were miserable. However, I had to complete another month of obstetrics, prior to graduating medical school. I most certainly was not going to pursue surgery as a career.
I went into the obstetrical conference room and waited on the resident. In a few minutes, the other medical students began arriving. There was a mixture of third and fourth year medical students. The students were going to be split into teams of two, a third year and a fourth year student. Each team would be required to complete 4 nights on-call, 1 weekend on-call, and staff the department at the assigned hospital. The fourth-year student was expected to supervise the third-year student. After 20 minutes the obstetric resident arrived.
In this group of students, I knew Daniel and Mark. Daniel was a beautiful Italian with the most amazing lips and butt. Daniel used to wear trousers that were tight and highlighted his bulge. Mark was a very nice person but a bit unrestrained. Mark was tall, skinny, and not especially handsome. Mark had brown hair, a fairly long nose, and no muscles or butt. I did think that Mark was attractive but when placed next to Daniel there was no comparison.
I hoped that I would be paired with Daniel. However, the resident paired Daniel with someone else and I was given Mark. We were told that Mark and I would be staffing one of the smaller community hospital obstetrics department, a few miles from the University.
Mark offered to carpool to the community hospital.
As we walked to the parking lot, Mark's girlfriend came walking towards us. Mark introduced me to his girlfriend. I politely said hello and shook her hand. Mark wrapped his arms around her waist and began to kiss her. This did not initially cause me any trepidation. Within 30 seconds the greeting kiss had progressed to a full-fledged make-out. I began to feel somewhat uncomfortable. Another 30 seconds passed and their hands began exploring each other's bodies. Mark was running his hands over her ass and even cupped her breasts. Her hands ran up and down Mark's back and his poor excuse for a butt. At this point, I was extremely uncomfortable and made a coughing sound. They stopped their sexual activities and parted ways.
I got into Mark's car and we set off for the community hospital. The drive took no more than 30 minutes. This was perhaps the scariest 30 minutes of my life. Mark's driving could politely be called aggressive. Mark would shoot in and out of traffic, randomly change lanes, and run red lights. Despite multiple near misses and the sound of car horns, Mark seemed oblivious to the dangers.
Upon reaching the community hospital we went to the doctor's lounge. This hospital was extremely small and recently purchased by the University. Most of the physicians, at this hospital, were unaccustomed to having medical students. Also, Mark and I were the only two medical students in the entire hospital. The staff seemed friendly enough and the chief surgeon did not expect us to do much. The chief surgeon told us that we need not do evening call during the week but he expected us to work two weekends during the month.
The first week of the rotation went fairly quickly. Mark and I did not do very much. The majority of our time was spent either watching surgery or traveling back to the University for lectures. The end of the first week we were told that we could attend the operating room next week. The fact that we were unable to be in the operating room for the first week did not sit well with Mark. Mark wanted to do everything and was upset when he was restrained.
The first weekend arrived and Mark and I had to spend it in the hospital.
There was a small room on the obstetrics floor with some lockers, an examination table, two single beds, and a small table with two chairs. The room was the "medical student quarters". We were told that there was a shower and bathroom down the hall. Meals would be provided in the cafeteria and no food was to be brought into the medical student quarters.
For the most part, the nursing staff did not contact us. The nursing staff considered the medical students and annoyance. So, basically Mark and I were going to have no responsibilities other than remaining in the hospital for the next 48 hours.
Mark and I went into the medical-student quarters and decided to change into scrubs. I sat on one of the chairs next to the table and got changed. Mark sat on the examination table. Mark took off his shirt to reveal a severely underdeveloped chest. Then Mark took off his trousers and knelt on the examination table to throw his clothes into the adjacent locker.
As Mark took off his trousers, I was doubly surprised. Mark was wearing a pair of white briefs; however, these briefs had seen better days. The briefs were threadbare, the leg elastic had long since lost any elasticity, and the waistband could have used some bleach. The second surprise was the fact that Mark's bulge was massive.
I could not help but gasp at the size of Mark's bulge. The bulge was even more impressive because when Mark knelt to put his clothes in the locker he was on all fours and his bulge hung down unrestrained by the tattered old briefs. It was obvious that his dick was big and thick. In addition, you could see that he had big balls.
As a medical student and a man I have seen many dicks but this one was by far the biggest. I am certain that my eyes bulged.
Mark did not say anything but the look on his face implied he noticed me eyeing his bulge.
Mark put on his scrubs and we headed to the cafeteria. As we walked down the hall I noticed the nursing staff whispering. I realized that Mark's tattered briefs provided no support for his penis and a large bulge was visible through the loose fitting scrubs.
We ate in the cafeteria and our conversation was fairly routine. As we rose from the table to leave, Mark's bulge once again made an appearance. There was no indication that Mark realized his soft manhood was tenting the scrubs.
After lunch we went to the medical student quarters. As we walked down the hall one of the nurses asked us a question and Mark told her to do something. The nurse refused to carry out Mark's orders and went to phone the chief surgeon. The nurse's refusal caused Mark to become irate.
When we got back to the medical-student quarters Mark began to complain.
The location and walls of the medical-student quarters was more than adequate to ensure privacy; however, Mark was afraid his criticisms might be overheard. So, Mark walked up to me and began whispering. As we spoke I felt something hitting the outside of my right leg. I didn't think much about it. A minute into our conversation I reflexively moved my hand down to brush away the annoyance. I discovered the thing hitting my leg was Mark's bulge. Mark and I were standing close enough that his bulge extended across the space between us and was poking my thigh. My hand was now touching Mark's bulge.
I looked down and saw my hand on Mark's bulge. Mark also looked down. I quickly released his dick and apologized for the accident. I explained that I felt something hitting my thigh, moved my hand to brush it away, and did not realize it was his dick. Mark laughed and then twisted his hips so that his dick flopped from side to side. The sight of his dick swinging was mesmerizing.
Before I knew it my dick grew to its full 6 ½ inches (16cm) giving me a noticeable bulge.
Mark saw my bulge, laughed, and said "sword fight." With that Mark took one step closer to me and continued to swing his dick. His dick began hitting my bulge like a baseball bat. Each time his bulge hit mine his dick grew larger. After a minute his dick had reached 9 inches (23 cm) and was pummeling my 6 ½-inch (16 cm) bulge.
To my surprise Mark did not seem to have any hesitation in pursuing this "sword fight". His actions with his girlfriend, his driving style, and this sword fight indicated Mark had no inhibitions.
As a gay man standing there having my dick slapped by the largest dick I'd ever seen was very pleasing. I decided to give Mark the best sword fight ever. I began swinging my dick against Mark's.
Mark was thrilled that I was willing to challenge him.
Our dicks were pounding against each other. Mark and I were laughing. After five minutes of our sword fight I realized to continue would make me explode. I told Mark, "Enough, you win." Mark disagreed and continued to swat my bulge with his massive dick. I tried to back away but for each step backwards I took, Mark took one step forward. Mark wound up backing me against the wall. Mark's dick continued swinging from right to left. You could hear Mark's dick slap his right thigh, then slap against my bulge, then slap against his left thigh. I grabbed Mark by the shoulders and told him if he did not stop I was going to come. Mark did not stop. Mark's dick was beating the hell out of mine. I could stand it no longer, my dick exploded and I moaned. A large wet spot developed on the front of my scrubs. With this Mark said calmly, "I win." and backed away.
I took off my scrubs and underwear. I was facing away from Mark. I spread my legs and began cleaning myself with some napkins.
As I stood there cleaning my pubes and balls I saw something appear from between my legs. It was Mark's dick! Mark had pulled down his scrubs, come up behind me, and placed his 9-inch dick through my open legs. His dick was long enough that it extended a good 3 to 4 inches in front of me. I started to say, "What are you doing?" However, Mark interrupted me, "I have not come yet. We need to finish this. Close your legs."
I did as Mark said and closed my legs around his dick. Mark wrapped his hands around my waist and began thrusting his huge dick between my legs. My cum served as a lubricant. My balls fell over the top of Mark's dick and I could see his dickhead and 3 inches of shaft sliding back and forth over the bottom of my balls. I had never been leg-fucked before and it felt good.
Mark was getting more excited. His thrust became faster and more forceful. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me tight. I could hear his breathing and feel his hot breath on my neck. After a minute he told me to, "Squeeze my dick with your legs." I did as he instructed and tensed my thigh muscles. Mark widened his stance and made 3 forceful thrusts. I saw his huge dick push forward past my balls one last time. His dick opened up and shot a huge load of cum. The load must have shot 2 feet (60 cm) in front of us and landed on the examination table.
Mark let out a laugh and said, "A personal best." With that Mark pulled up his scrub bottoms, walked over to the table, took out a board review book, and asked if I wanted to review for our exam.
I was surprised at how cavalier Mark was about our activities. However, I came to realize that Mark had no inhibitions; he would pretty much do anything.
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