"We need to talk about this, Eric," I began. "This doesn't feel right. I'm your doctor!"
"No harm, no foul," he whispered in a slur and yawned. The pills were kicking in again. We'd have to have the doctor/patient discussion in the morning.
I awakened with a smile on my face. And for good reason! Eric's warm lips had engulfed the head of my hard dick and his tongue was dancing around my precum-dripping piss slit. "Damn, Eric!" I moaned. "You shouldn't do that." He ignored my warning, sucking harder. He moved around, swinging a leg over my head. His monstrous dick bounced across my lips and right cheek, leaving a trail of his own dick dew. My tongue reached out and captured it, reveling in the taste and feel of a hard dick in my mouth, again. Once again, his nuts were drawn up tightly against the base of his 9" dick. I sucked and licked at his manhood. My hands strayed up to his hard, round, bubble butt and massaged his magnificent glutes. If I hadn't wanted his load so badly, I'd have spread his ass and eaten him out to within an inch of his young life.
But, a deep growl from his throat recalled me to reality. His dickhead swelled, I saw his nuts kick, and instantly my tongue was awash in jizz. He face-fucked me wildly, trying not to ram his monster down my throat (but needing to get off badly). I did the best I could to swallow his stiff dick, managing to take nearly all of it. I think I did that to demonstrate my skill as a sword swallower (but, my truest need was to taste and swallow his creamy load, instead). However, I accomplished both.
Eric rolled us over so that I was on top, renewing his efforts to suck me off. I continued to suck his big dick, even though it was slowly deflating. It was still oozing cum. He played with my black ass with the fingertips of one hand and my bloated nuts with the other. His mouth worked aggressively to stimulate my hard dick. I warned him that I was close. He sucked harder.
It was all over. I couldn't have stopped this run-away freight train if I'd wanted to. And I didn't want to. Eric's talented mouth expertly consumed my firing dick. I pushed as far as I dared into his suctioning mouth. A dick as thick as mine is very difficult to wrap your lips around. However, I accomplished my task, flooding his eager maw with creamy dick gravy. Eric nursed on it for another three or four minutes, before I finally rolled away from him.
"Eric, we can't keep doing this," I sighed.
"We both enjoy it, Steve. What's the problem?" he asked, running his fingertips up and down my hard abs. "You'd rather fuck me instead?"
I smiled. "Eric, you know I'm gay. It isn't a secret, but you gotta think about your future in this little town. Besides, I'm your doctor. Doctors aren't supposed to be fuckin' around with their patients. It isn't ethical!"
"So, I'll get another doctor."
"And how are you going to do that? The new doc will wanna know why you're switching," I warned.
"I'll make something up."
"In this little burg, you can't do that. They'll see right through it. With us living together for another 6 to 8 weeks, all the tongues will wag!"
"I'm not giving up sex with you, Steve," Eric said firmly. "And I want this big black snake deep in my ass, and soon," he added squeezing another dribble of cum from my deflated dick.
"Be reasonable, Eric," I stiffened (as my dick started to react to being handled and tongued).
"I don't wanna be reasonable, Steve. I want you!"
"Shit!" I muttered. "What am I gonna do with you?" I smiled.
He rolled over against me, trying to keep the arm cast from whacking me in the head. His face leaned into mine and kissed me gently. "I've wanted you since the first day I saw you. And now that I know you better, I know I want more that a roll in the hay."
"If anyone finds out, I'll be ruined," I moaned. "We can't do this. It isn't ethical!" I repeated.
"No one will find out. When we're in public, I'll be the perfect patient, nothing more," he agreed.
"But, Eric^Å," I began, but he interrupted me with another, more ardent kiss.
"I want you, Steve, in every way I can think of and all the ways you can think of," he grinned and kissed me again. "We'll take it one day at a time. If things get too hot, we'll cool it." I sighed. What, indeed, was I going to do with him? I very much enjoyed sex with him. But, was that a result of the paucity of sex since coming to this barren wayside, or was there more going on here?
"Time for your sponge bath," I finally said, changing the subject. I rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom to get a towel and sponges, along with a basin to hold the warm water. When I looked up, Eric was standing in the doorway.
"Can't I just shower?" he asked. "I could hold the casts outside the shower door."
"We'd all get wet then," I laughed. "Well, I could put some plastic bags over the arms and tie the ends off with rubber bands. But, you'll still need help."
"Okay," he agreed. "I don't like being in bed, unless it's to sleep or to get some hot dick or ass," he leered.
"Cool it, Dawg!" I laughed, swatting his hard butt. "Let me find some plastic bags first." I found the bags and rubber bands. After I'd fitted him, I turned on the water in the shower and adjusted the temperature. I guided him inside and stepped in after him.
He stepped under the warm water and sighed. "That's good," he sighed. "After a couple of days, I was feeling gross." I shampooed his hair and helped him rinse the soap out.
"You prefer a wash cloth or just soap and hands?"
"Hands," he answered. Water splattered and crackled against the clear plastic covering his casts. He held up his arms and I washed his pits, broad shoulders, and chest. I'd better save his groin for later or we'd have sex before I could finish, I decided. He turned around and I soaped his back and ass. I know I spent too much time on his butt, but his hard mounds were so incredible. And I spent way too much time cleaning his asshole. My soapy fingers even slipped inside and washed there, too. Eric all but backed up on to my hand. His pleasurable moaning echoed off the shower walls. Things were getting too hot. I soaped myself up while I was in there with him. Something had to cool the situation.
Finishing with most of my shower, I reached around and soaped up his groin area. He spread his legs and leaned back into me. My throbbing dick skidded upwards along his spine. He wiggled against me. I cupped his heavy nuts, washing them gently. I soaped up my hands again and stroked the full length of his jerking, upwardly curving 9" dick.
I stopped before I got into more trouble and rubbed my soapy hands down his legs. As I squatted down to wash his feet, his beautiful ass beckoned to me. It was right in my face. With one foot up for me to wash, he staggered briefly, and then righted himself. In that instant, my face fell into his tight muscled ass canyon. Despite my desire for self control, my tongue darted out and tasted his hairy ravine. Both of us moaned.
"I'll give you the rest of the day to stop that," Eric sighed, pushing his ass back into my face harder. To keep from toppling over, I grabbed at his hips. His sturdy stance allowed me to right myself again. He turned his head. "And after you eat my ass, I want you to fuck me to death," he grinned.
"Uh, we're supposed to be giving you a shower, not setting up a fuck date, Eric," I said as sternly as I could, but managing much less.
"Your dick says otherwise," he observed, rubbing his muscled back against me when I stood up.
"You'd probably explode if I tried to get this horse meat up your ass," I cautioned.
"I've been fucked before, Steve," he smiled. "I'm no virgin."
"Tell me you've had something this big up your ass before," I challenged, rubbing my dick harder into his back.
"Well, no, but I've had some truckers from the Interstate, and two high school friends who were packin'," he revealed.
"As thick and long?" I asked, pulling him into me, grinding my hard dick into him, and rubbing my fingers across his erect nipples.
"Well, neither, but sorta close," he backpedaled slightly. "But, I really want you, Steve. I know you'll be gentle with me. I can take it."
I decided to shift gears. I turned off the water and grabbed for our towels. I dried him off first, and then me. His dick was still hard as steel and so was mine. I pulled off the plastic bags and rubber bands from his arms. He wrapped his cast-laden arms around my waist and leaned into my chest, his lips instantly finding my right nipple. I pushed him away.
"Please fuck me, Steve," he begged. "Eat my ass out and pound my butt! Please!"
"I don't have any condoms," I replied, trying to think of anything to stop him. "And running to the drug store would set all the tongues wagging."
"I have some at my apartment," he offered enthusiastically. "But, you're negative anyway, so we could bareback!"
As much as I loved THAT idea, I wasn't about to. We both needed a current negative test, and I knew mine was at least 6 months old if not more. "When was your last test?"
"About four months ago."
"Any sorta risky behavior since then?"
"Unless you count jackin' myself off every day, no," he sighed. "I haven't been with anyone. I've been working too much this summer or was too tired on the few days I didn't work"
"That sure sounds familiar," I smiled. "Been there, still doing that!"
"Can the clinic do the tests?"
"I could run tests for both of us," I agreed cautiously. "I still have your blood from the accident, but it should be fresh for the test. I could take a sample now and run the test for both of us this afternoon."
"Great idea!" he exulted. "I totally need to get fucked!"
"You're a total bottom?"
"Not nearly as much as I'd like to be."
"With a dick this size," I smirked, flipped his hard dick with one hand, "I'm sure you've had a lot of ass beggin' for it."
He grinned, but didn't answer, letting the full 9" of his hard cock answer for him.
"Let's suck each other off again," he smiled. I shook my head to the contrary. "How's about a 69 ass rimming, then?"
"You really think that rimming each other wouldn't lead to a hard fuck for both of us?"
He laughed. "You see right through me, doncha Steve?"
"Transparent as can be, Eric."
I dressed both of us. Then, I suggested several books from my two bookcases. He asked me to pull out three of them. I also rigged up an unsharpened pencil for him to hold in his mouth and push the buttons on the TV remote. His fingertips gave him some dexterity, but not much. Besides, I wanted him to use his fingers as little as possible to help heal his broken fingers and arm.
After making breakfast for both of us and feeding him (which had us laughing until tears rolled down our cheeks), I cleaned up the apartment, made the bed, and left some pills that he could capture with his tongue and a large container of water with a straw in it. I warned him to try to keep his dick from getting hard or he'd be pissing all over the bathroom. He grinned and promised to be good, now that I'd drained away some of the pressure.
I called the clinic to see if anything was going on that needed my attention. The nurse said it had been quiet. After lunch, I went to the small gym and worked out for my usual 75 minutes. As it was Wednesday, I worked on cardio and shoulders. When I left the gym, I noticed more than one disappointed man. I was beginning to think that my big black dick was the only entertainment these men had. Well, they'd just have to deal with the disappointment for the next few weeks.
Arriving back at my apartment, I asked Eric if he needed anything from his place. He suggested a couple of toiletries and a package of condoms. I retrieved them and brought them back. I took a vial of blood from him for the test. Five minutes to three, I walked over to the clinic. The nurse had left (leaving a sign to contact the County Health Department until 3 p.m.) and I sat alone (as usual).
Having time on my hands, I drew blood for my test and ran the HIV tests for both of us. Twenty minutes later, the results were ready: both negative! I printed out the results, leaving the names blank. I did assign confidential numbers to keep the State Health Department happy and entered the results in their data bank.
I had a 4:00 p.m. appointment for a lady who needed to have her prescription refilled for arthritis meds and blood pressure meds. I asked her how she was doing on them and did she have any side effects. She assured me all was well, but asked me what had happened to Eric. I told her that was privileged information, just like her medical condition was. She was a little put out at me, but she got over it.
I decided to call my relief doctor and ask him if he could keep an eye on the clinic each afternoon from noon until I got there at 3 p.m. for the next 6 to 8 weeks. I had a patient that I needed to monitor for that long and didn't want to leave him alone longer than my regular shift. But, upon reflection, I decided that the less he knew, the less the rest of the town would know. To this point, it seemed to have worked well with the nurse leaving at noon and me showing up at 3 p.m. Let's not upset the routine, I counseled myself. Besides, that was his job (for which he was paid more than I was) to watch over the clinic from 7 until 3 each day (even if he were not on the premises, but at the County Health Department next door).
I had one other appointment in the early evening for an old gentleman who really needed company, not a doctor. But, as I had little else to do, I entertained the old guy for an hour. Without giving him a complete physical, I asked him about his health, his aches, and pains, and how he was doing on his heart pills and blood pressure meds. Considering his 92 years, he was in pretty good shape. His family had all moved away (no surprise there), and he was lonely more than anything else. He didn't like going into the local, smoky taverns, either. I suggested to attend senior fitness for a few times to see if that would work. Further, he could get some of the other seniors together for occasional card games or just chatter. There was certainly enough space at the gym next door for them to set up some tables and a coffee urn. He said he'd make up some posters and flyers that would announce it. With his purpose to live renewed, he tottered out the door and walked three blocks home. His mind was still sharp, so I wasn't worried about his medications getting mixed up. He just needed someone to interact with occasionally.
The remainder of the evening dragged by. There was an injury accident on the nearby Interstate, but the ambulance transported them to the next larger town that had a real hospital. I didn't think we would have been equipped well enough to do more than stop the bleeding and set broken bones. If surgery were required, I could have done it, but without staff to assist, it would have been a bad scene for the patient. The local ambulance company and County Mounties knew that.
Finally, 11 p.m. rolled around and I bolted from the place. When I entered my apartment, Eric was sitting on the sofa watching the news (but without a stitch of clothing on). I had no idea how he got all his clothes off. He beamed at me. "Negative, weren't they!"
I nodded and smiled back at him. "You sure you wanna do this, Eric? You're still hurtin' from the accident."
"My arm and hands are bad off, not my ass or dick," he reminded me. He rose and stood on his tiptoes to kiss me. "Now, young Dr. Carson, you have a patient in need of special anal attention."
"And I shouldn't do this at all as your doctor," I recalled. "This is so very irregular."
"Take your clothes off and service me. I'm now your friend, not your patient," Eric insisted, turning around and bending over. With his fingertips, he spread his beautiful bubble butt and showed me his pink hole. Weakening immediately, I dropped to my knees behind him and stuffed my black face into his hard, pink ass. My tongue slathered spit up and down his trench before zeroing in on his tight pucker.
"You sure this tiny thing can take my big dick?" I wondered aloud when I pulled away to catch my breath.
"Work that tongue farther in there and use your fingers to pry it open. It's been a while, after all," he moaned. "You have any lube?"
"In the nightstand," I nodded over my shoulder toward the bedroom. "That's where I put it when I moved in and it's never been used."
He pulled away from me and walked into the bedroom. Eric found the lube and jumped up onto the bed, doggie style. I stripped off my clothes quickly as I followed him into the bedroom. Standing behind him, I slapped my hard dick against his ass, leaving pecker tracks. I even shoved my hard dick between his muscular glutes, but knew there was no way this monster would slide in there, yet.
Dropping to my knees, I went back to rimming him. I knew if he relaxed enough, he'd be able to take me. Another 10 minutes of ass eating passed before he began urgently begging me for my wide, long dick. I got up on the bed and laid on my back. "Sit on my face and suck my dick. We'll get both wet enough to shove my dick up your white ass."
"With the help of this lube," he added, laying it next to us on the bed.
We connected for another five minutes, face to ass and face to dick. I used fingers on both hands to pry his hole open and shove more spit inside him. I licked as deeply as my tongue could reach. Unable to wait any longer, he swung around and started to sit on my dick. I urged him to wait until I'd sufficiently lubed up his ass. With his hands out of commission, I greased up my towering dick and his hungry hole. When both had been lubed, he sat down on the first three inches of my fuck post.
"FUCK!" he roared. "You're HUGE!" he bellowed and pulled off. "Damn, that stings!"
"Take your time, Eric. No one's ass I've ever met has been able to swallow it whole without a little time, patience, and practice," I smiled up at him. "Just take your time. We have all night."
I aimed my horsedick at his asshole again. He sat gently on it. I tried to assist him by pulling his ass lips apart, but my fingers just got in the way of progress. It probably would have been easier if the head of my dick wasn't so big, but it was. I tried squeezing it down to see if that would help, but it just made the transition to my wide shaft that much more difficult for him.
However, his ass finally opened up and the first three inches disappeared up his butt, again. This time, he didn't pull away. He moaned with pleasure, but I could see the strain on his face. "Take your time, Baby," I crooned. I added more lube to the shaft and his stretched ass lips. Two more inches disappeared.
"Damn, Man!" he groaned. "You're gonna make me cum. Your dick is hittin' my joy button so hard, I don't know if I can stop it."
"Just hold still," I suggested and held his hard bubble butt in my hands. His leaking 9" dick jerked hard. It slapped against his abs wetly. Cum drooled down the urethra from his gaping piss slit. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated. "You cum, Baby?" I whispered.
"No, I just barely escaped," he whispered back, not daring to move. I scooped up the dripping residue from his nuts up to the head of his thick dick and transferred it to my lips. It tasted as good as it had this morning. He grabbed his dickhead and squeezed, trying to avoid a climax shot. With a sigh, he released a big breath and smiled down at me. "Damn, that was close!"
I smiled back. "You wouldn't be the first guy to have his cum fucked out of him."
"How much is in me?" he asked. "It feels like a foot of dick and it's in sideways."
"Only about half," I answered nearly laughing. "But, you don't need to take it all now. Just go with what feels good."
He pulled out a couple of inches and slid back down, swallowing an inch more than last time. With caution, he repeated the maneuver three more times, but couldn't take more dick length inside his severely stretched ass tunnel. He wiggled back and forth, hoping that would stretch his ass enough to take more of my black python. That worked well enough to get another inch inside him.
"Perhaps, if you started bouncing slowly up and down, it'd go deeper," I suggested hopefully. My nuts were tingling as was the tip of my dick. I knew I couldn't last much longer. Whether he came or not, I was going to be flooding his ass with my load in a few more seconds.
He took my suggestion and began a slow bounce. Eric pulled off until only the big head was still inside him and then down to the last depth before he'd wince and pull away again. But, racing my dick over his prostate was taking a toll. He gasped once and it was all over. His upwardly curved dick spasmed and sprayed a huge shot of cum into the air. Most of it landed straight up onto his chest. The next squirt shot higher, hitting him on the chin.
At that point, I lost track. The transferred energy of his climax hit his ass muscles in a rush. My dick was crushed in a most delightful fashion by his tortured tunnel. Gallons of sperm poured from my dick in an avalanche of wet, sticky sperm. My hips thrust up, wanting to bury my 9 ½" completely in his ass. But, his tight ass accepted only another half inch more. I jammed and rammed his battered ass, hungry for more pleasure.
When my climax waned slightly, I remembered his tender and tight ass and backed off on the hard thrusts. But, his spewing dick seemed to relish in the abuse of his bubble butt and thrashed prostate.
I could feel my dick continue to jerk as I loaded up his bare ass. More cum sprayed from his dick, coating both of us in his warm baby batter. Eric fell forward, exhausted by the ordeal (as well as trying to escape the thick, black, blasting post in his ass). My lubed hand grasped his drooling dick and jacked it tenderly. Additional drops of cum oozed from his piss slit, sliding over my fingers. He kissed me tenderly.
Eric pulled away from my dick and sat back, sitting directly on the thickness of it. He rubbed his lubed ass lips over my thick monster, seemingly trying to soothe his bruised fuck lips and take the measure of my thickness. "That's the biggest, fuckin' dick I've ever had," he sighed. "You could be a porn star, Steve!"
"It doesn't pay very well."
"You checked on it?"
"When I was nearly convinced I wouldn't get into med school because I couldn't afford it, I considered making some money that way to pay the tuition," I laughed. "But, that seems like another lifetime ago."
"So, how did you get in?" I told him the tale, which also told him how I got posted to his neck of the woods. "I'm glad you did," he allowed. "We'd never have met otherwise."
"Probably not."
"And I've never been fucked so good, even though you couldn't get it all in me. But, you will!" he averred.
"Eventually," I promised. I paused for a moment, his deflating dick still in my hand. "And when is this beauty gonna fuck my black ass?"
"Just say that word, and you'll get it all," he grinned.
"I may have the same problem you did, Eric," I said. "It's been ages since I got fucked by any dick, let alone a big one like yours."
We cleaned up the lube and snuggled into bed as best we could with his casts. I offered him his painkillers, but he declined. He thought he could tough it out. But, he couldn't. Shortly after midnight, he'd awakened me, asking for his meds. "My fingers and my ass hurt," he laughed. I got up and retrieved his pills and some water. He popped them into his mouth and chased them down with the offered glass of water. We slept well until about 5 a.m.
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