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Excited and nervous, Misha sat at the kitchen table. Jensen would come to enjoy a few hours of pleasure in a few minutes. It was clear relatively quickly that white eroticism was also one of his favorite topics for the dark-haired man. But then everything changed ...What was planned couldn't occur because Gabriel was still at work, and Samantha had an unplanned culinary emergency, which couldn't wait. On the other hand, that wasn't bad, because she knew that the two boys could entertain themselves. This was the first time this had happened without supervision, but Samantha had no reservations about entrusting their house. They wouldn't burn it off ...So it was time for another story, but that was the least of the problems for the actor.
Listless, Misha hammered into the keys of the computer. When he glanced at the wall clock, a soft sigh escaped him, for the hands indicated that it was close to closing time, and he didn't want to go back to his apartment –– alone and without meaning. He sighed again, bored, looking around the room longingly but saw no one else. Sometimes one of the patients came to him, and they talked about trivial things, but it was a change in his otherwise boring life. He liked to be here, though ...Actually, he'd rather be behind the closed door, in the middle of the action, should do what he could, what he was called for. In his life, he was a doctor, and now he was sitting here as a doctor's receptionist. And all because of a stupid mistake. Yes, it was his fault –– he had himself in debt.Cliché. His partner left, Misha drowned his grief in alcohol, and caused an accident he didn't want to think about. Then he was deprived of the license to practice medicine for three years. Misha was in therapy and halfway back in control of his life by now.
Then he turned off the computer as the front door opened, and Jensen came in.The younger man took off his jacket and shoes and took another deep breath before heading into the living room."Good day. I have an appointment. I know, I'm a little early.""More likely, too late," Misha replied wittily. "The doctor is already gone.""What?" Jensen asked, puzzled. He had no idea of the surprising plan change but was immediately in his role."Didn't you hear your mailbox? I'm sorry, but she had to go to an emergency.""Damn …" he groaned, grimacing, "… I'm an emergency too!""What's wrong with you?" Misha wanted to know and turned the computer back on."I'm a bit embarrassed, but it's about this one," the younger man murmured, pointing to his crotch. "Conversely, it's easier to talk to a man about it.""Hmm ... that looks not so good the next few days. The doctor has a lot to do," Misha murmured as he strained his eyes on the schedule. "How about next week on Wednesday?""I can't wait that long. For days I've been in pain while peeing."
I let you forget your pain and could do other things ...
Maybe he was looking at him for a moment too long. But Jensen was also an attractive man, with his bright green eyes and many tiny freckles."Don't you have any idea what I could do?" He whimpered, pulling Misha out of his thoughts.Just like a doctor, the older man got pity, and without thinking about it, he said he needed to look at it to make a judgment. But he wasn't allowed to do that anymore. On the other hand ... who should know? And he'd once again see a cock. Granted, he often saw some. Too often. On the screen. In porn.
Jensen thought for a moment. The unfathomable blue eyes staring at him made his thoughts swim. It all surprised him, but being alone with his friend made his heart beat faster."Sure, I just want it to stop!" The younger man replied tensely and made a corresponding face."Then come with me."Delighted, Misha hopped off the chair and asked him into the playroom while both men looked at each other furtively and hoped the other wouldn't notice.
"Well, Mr. Ackles ...""Jensen ... please.""I'm glad, Jensen; I'm Misha.""Jensen, tell me ... when did it start?""A few days earlier. At first, I thought it was a bladder infection. I drank tea and got warmer on the bottom, but it didn't get better.""I freely ask if I may. Could it be that you have a venereal disease? When did you last have sex?"Granted, those weren't usually the entry-level questions, but Misha was curious."Um ... that's a long time ago ... I'm single," he added quickly.
Very nice, me too
He routinely had to ask a few more questions, but in his mind, he already saw him on the gyn-chair, and to go even further into his thoughts –– he saw him moan and gasp and scream with pleasure as he fucked him wildly."Good, Jensen. Then please free yourself below and come back to me."With an encouraging nod, he gestured to the curtain, put on gloves, and waited impatiently on the small swivel stool.
So, and now you're pulling yourself together and helping him with his problem ... and then you can fuck him
When the younger man was half-naked after a few moments in front of the doctor and Misha was at the eye level of this beautiful cock, he indeed had to concentrate on doing what he should do.
It was slightly curved than his own, but that wasn't a disadvantage. The protruding veins weren't evident in the semi-limp state, but the dark-haired grinned inwardly because that state would change soon.Pubic hair … that was important to him, as was the soft, dark blond hair Jensen had on his butt and legs. Not too long, nicely trimmed. After all, he wanted a man, not a teenager. His cock was big and thick but not over the top, like porno stars; Misha didn't want that either. It was only necessary that the wearer knew how to deal with it. The foreskin wasn't so long that it covered its entire glans … the older man thought that was beautiful, and then his testicles, which were tight and round and so damn sensitive, as he'd already noticed several times. Misha couldn't wait, and his own cock twitched expectantly with that thought.
And Jensen was no different. He stared straight at the wall, holding his breath as he felt warm, soft hands on his most private parts palpating him. But what he liked about his friend was that Misha also knew
how he wanted to be touched. When Jensen thought of his experiences, even though the foreplay was wild, the nearer it went south, it was usually treated like a raw egg. As if the women were afraid to destroy their toys. Sometimes it was as unsatisfactory as a masseur stroking rather than kneading properly. The penis has no bones that could break, so it wasn't very sensitive.The young man still remembered his first blowjob with a man he'd received from Misha. That was sheer madness because he hadn't stiffened, like most women, to suck his cock up and down but also included his neighboring regions … perineum, scrotum, balls, and down to his holy of holies.
Fuck!
"Are you in pain somewhere?"Those words ripped him out of his beautiful thoughts while Misha moved his fleshy cock to the left and right, pulling the foreskin back and forth a few times, gently rolling his testicles in his hands and pulling them lightly."No," Jensen gasped a few octaves too high. It was inevitable that the blood rushed down, and the last bit supplied his face a bit more."Please lie on the treatment couch; I'll scan you closer."It was a bit embarrassing for Jensen to lose control, but it felt too good, making Misha smile slightly. For a brief moment, he was anew the professional doctor who'd dedicated himself to the patient's well-being and not the hormone-controlled man who finally wanted to have something right between his legs. And he didn't want to make it unnecessarily difficult for his younger friend, who was red-faced and had closed his eyes. Because at that moment, Jensen wanted nothing more than to bend Misha over the couch and do what he'd imagined since entering the doctor's office."Don't be scared; I'll be measuring your temperature in two places now. Once in your penis and once in your rectum. Relax."
In my …?!
There was a little queasy when Misha picked up his half-stiffened cock, pushed back the foreskin, and put on the thermometer. He'd always wondered what getting something pushed in there felt like. It still looked like it was fun for the others, but Jensen felt a bit uneasy about it. He tried not to move and stopped breathing. But then a hot wave seized him, forcing him to close his eyes with a gasp.
How can such a thing be just so arousing?
In principle, the thermometer had barely touched him, and now, Jensen wished with all his might to feel this feeling even more intensely.Or was it the attractive dark-haired man with the tender, warm hands that confused him?
"Very well. Please hop onto the chair. It's also more comfortable for you there."After Misha shook the thermometer back to its original position, he spread some lube and gently pushed it into Jensen's anus, who again held his breath because a pleasant wave sloshed over him and pulled him deeper. And it felt in his cock, which became almost entirely stiff.
Fuck, that's embarrassing … that's awesome!
"Everything is fine. Next, I'll scan your prostate."
I don't survive that ...
The younger man pressed himself even deeper into the chair as he felt a demanding finger, searching the way incredibly tenderly, sending renewed lightning across his spine. His mouth opened and closed again, and even if he wanted to say something, he couldn't. Over and over, he licked his dry lips and didn't know where to look. Misha precisely knew how to do it to make the other gasp. He could've done that all day. To grope, caress, and watch the flustered state of his friend."Don't worry about it; it's a totally human reaction."
Gradually Misha's pants tightened as he heard the suppressed moan while his forefinger steadily tapped Jensen's prostate, letting the young man float on clouds."The prostate is damn full and plump. When did you last ejaculate?""..."It took a moment for the words to reach his ear, but Jensen replied that it was more than a week ago."Before the burning started ...""Without wanting to make a diagnosis now, but that might be the problem as well," the doctor replied and smiled at his friend, who helplessly shrugged when rejoiced feelings of happiness seized him. "Do you want to relieve yourself?"
With that question, Jensen was a bit overwhelmed and shrugged again. Misha's hand moved to the plump balls and began rubbing and squeezing gently but with knowing fingers. The younger man nodded slowly. Misha promptly put a condom on him to keep the mess down and continued his work."The second reason is that I don't want your penis in a stiff condition for the next exam, so do us both the favor and come for me."The last few words were just whispered, but this hoarse voice and the warm, piercing, sea-blue eyes left Jensen weak-willed. His trembling hands tightened their grip on the chair, his eyelids flickering. All fuses melted, and he bit his lip so hard it hurt.Still, his eyes were fixed on Misha, circling his fingers, almost getting off in his pants as he watched his friend, completely detached, experiencing his orgasm.
Two fingers ...
That was all Jensen could think of ... two fingers that took his breath away, letting him plunge into a world where he would've liked to stay.
"That was a lot."He took off the condom and threw it into the garbage can with a mischievous smile. Then he cleaned the flaccid penis and fetched the next instruments. It took a moment for Jensen to think clearly."I'll now introduce an ultrasound machine into the urethra to check if anything is clogged, but first, I have to stretch it a bit to avoid injury."
Oh, shit. You wanna... what?
Okay. He'd wished for that a few minutes ago, but now new doubts arose. But Misha gave him a reassuring smile, and Jensen nodded after taking a deep breath."Whatever is needed."He was somewhat anxious, however, watching the doctor disinfect the dilator and the small opening. Banned, he watched as the thin metal rod was attached, and it went down almost without pressure."Relax, even the facial muscles."Slowly and cautiously, it was continued until the younger man was struck by a flash that short-circuited all nerves. The deeper the dilator slid, the lower his airflow and his eyes closed automatically. As tightly as he held on, trying not to lose his grip because he wasn't supposed to move, his hands were white."Are you in pain?" Misha asked, ironically."No …" Jensen replied, a bit overwhelmed with the situation and the feelings.Pain felt definitely different. This was just ... awesome.He'd never have expected such a thing. Helplessly, he tried to cling to something and was glad that he was sitting because of this power of feelings that stuck from the hair tip to his toes and then in his erogenous zones, which would otherwise have torn him down. Jensen almost bit his tongue sore to avoid screaming. Knowing, Misha smiled at him, moving the metal rod deeper and deeper.
"That was easy; let's take the next bigger one."That wasn't necessary, Misha knew. But it was fun to watch his colleague as his breathing often jerkily changed, his hands spasmed around the supports of the chair, his legs trembling. But when Misha asked if he should tie him up, Jensen managed to shake his head. Everything started spinning in his head, and he saw everything through a veil of lust for a moment.
Lower ... too slow!
That was all he could think, but as he lifted his pelvis a little, he felt a little pain."Please don't move, Jensen. I'll do it," the doctor grinned mischievously and fucked him briefly with the dilator before pulling it out and taking another.
Why had nobody ever told him that? That felt so incredibly good. Jensen thought he was burning as hot as he was. His heartbeat was beyond good and evil, and his mind skipped over, but at the same time, it was empty.Misha loved watching Jensen lose control, but he pulled the dilator out again before that happened. Jensen, who'd unconsciously held his breath, let it out in relief but also frustrated."I can't find anything conspicuous. You're a healthy man. We're done."
No, that just started ...
With the dilator, Misha also removed a thick drop of precum and had to moan at that sight. His erection squeezed painfully against his jeans, and Jensen was aroused wild.Unconsciously, the older man licked his lips and smiled at him, but Jensen grabbed his arm before he could turn around. His eyes sparkled. He was half-mad with need and wanted only one thing.
"Fuck me ... please!"In no time at all, Misha dropped his pants and stood between Jensen's legs, whose legs snaked around Misha's hips, pulling him close, almost a bit rough, and the dark-haired man with the messy hair, who always looked like he'd come straight out of bed slipped into him –– a little too fast than planned.Both men struggled for breath. Jensen accepted the burning because he wanted it immediately and hard.The doctor unbuttoned Jensen's shirt with slightly shaky hands, pinching his nipples slightly, and Jensen unloaded faster than he'd expected.One last time, Misha withdrew almost wholly and followed him with a loud moan into the fog of pleasure. Exhausted, he dropped to his chair and grinned at his friend, who climbed slightly awkward from his throne, wiped himself with a towel, and put his pants back on.Both men had red cheeks and glassy eyes, as some sneaky looks witnessed. Then Misha fished out a business card and wrote his phone number on the back, giving it to his patient with a mischievous smile."Contact me if it doesn't get better ... or even if it's better.""What you can count on," Jensen smiled contentedly and closed the door.With a relieving sigh, Misha set about fixing everything.
** In the next chapter …Secrets can destroy a relationship