UnderHisDoctor'sSupervision

ByE.Davies

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ThedayAidanwokeuptofindthescholarshipofferinhisinbox

wasgoingtobeforeveretchedinhismind.Onemoment,he'dbeen
sleepilydrinkingcoffeeandcheckinghisemail;thenextmoment,hewas
callingallofhisfriendsandpostingastatusupdatetoannouncethathe
wasofficiallyin.

Therewasneveraquestionofwhetherornothewantedtoaccept

thatschool'soffer.Ithadbeenhisdreamandnumberonepicksinceday
one,andhewasn'tabouttodropitforanotherschoolwhenhe'djustbeen
offeredafullride,aslongashecontinuedtoimproveinhisathletic
career.

AndAidansawnoreasonwhyhewasgoingtosuddenlystop

improving.He'dbeenoneofthebestplayersontheteamforyears.Ever
sincehewasinmiddleschool,coacheshadtoldhimthathewasgoingto
getscoutedbygreatschools,getofferedgreatmoney,andgenerallyhave
agreatsportingcareerifhekeptitup.Aidanwasonboardwiththat.

Ashereadthedetailsoftheoffer,stillholdingthemugofcoffee

tightlywhileitallsankin,Aidanquicklybecameengrossedinonelittle
detail:theyneededaphysicalandproofthathewasdrug-free.Itseemed
abitstrangetoaskforthatbeforehewasevenformallygoing,buthe
couldseewhy–accusationsofsteroidsanddrugusagehadbeenrunning
rampantinthelocaluniversitiesforyears.

Nothinghewasn'tusedto,then.He'djusthavetofindadoctorin

thecitytodothephysicalforhim,alongwiththedrugtesting.They
recommendedashortlistofdoctorsnearbythecampus,andonestood
outtohiminparticular:Dr.McDonald,whospecializedintreatingyoung
menaged18-30formen'shealthandgeneralconcerns.Thisdoctor
soundedlikehe(ormaybeshe)wouldbeusedtodoingthiskindofthing.

Aidancalledtheoffice,andwithinafewminutes,hehadan

appointmentsetupforTuesday.Eventhoughheusuallyhateddoctors'
appointments,hecouldhardlywaitfortheweekendtopasssohecould
getthisoneandsendinthepaperworktheywereaskingfor.Hewantedto
makeitofficialassoonashecould.

WhenTuesdayrolledaround,hedroveintothecity,alreadyhaving

toworktokeephismindfromlingeringonthephysicals.He'dgotten
themeveryyearatschool,butithadalwaysbeenthesamefemaledoctor.
Now,hesuddenlyfeltself-consciousattheprospectofthisnewDr.
McDonaldseeingandknowingeverythingabouthim.HehopedDr.
McDonaldwasawoman,becausehealwaysfeltmorenervousaboutmen
seeinghimnaked.Somethingtodowithbeinggay,nodoubt–atleast
withawoman,therewasn'tthatsexualelementtotheinteraction.

Hecalmedhimselfdownbyremindinghimselfthatitwouldallbe

oversoon,inanycase.Allheneededwasoneappointmentandhewas
livinghisdream.Aidanparkedandheadeduptotheclinic,checkingin
withthenursebehindthecounter,ahandsomeyoungmanwithdarkhair
andasquarejaw.Rickdirectedhimtofilloutaformandhaveaseat.

Twootheryoungmenwerewaitingwithhim,andashefilledout

theform,anotherwasusheredout.Thisbusylittlepracticeseemed
successful,then.

Aidan'snervesonlygotworseashewaitedfortheotherstobe

calledin,oneatatime,andmoreyoungmenleft.Attheveryleast,every
patientwholeftseemedsatisfied,thoughtheyallpolitelyavoidedeye
contactwitheachother.

Finally:“Aidan?”
Aidanstoodupquickly,relievedforthechangeinscenery.He

breathedoutasighofreliefandfollowedRickintoanexaminationroom,
noddingabsentlywhenhesaidthatthedoctorwouldbeinanyminute
now.Hehadaseatandfidgetedawkwardlyashewaited.

Sureenough,Dr.McDonaldenteredjustafewminuteslater,

lookingbriskbutpleasedenough.“Ah,hello,”hegreeted.TheScottish
accentwasn'tmuchofasurprisegiventhedoctor'sname,thoughitwas
stilladelighttodiscover.Aidanappreciatedagoodaccentonaman.
“Anothernewpatient.Mustbeschool,right?”

“Yeah,”Aidansmiled.“Justgotaccepted,fullride,conditionalona

physical.”

“Athlete,then?”

Aidannoddedtoconfirmtheguess.“Soccer.”
“Goodforyou,”Dr.McDonaldansweredwithagenuinesmilein

return.“Ialwayswantedtotryout,but–ah,nevergot'roundtoit.Too
muchofanerd,Iguess.Shakespeareandanatomydidmein,”hewinked.
“Thoughtaboutbeingaphysiotherapistforsports,though.Endedup
gettingintothis–thenIgotstuck.So,whatcanIdoforyou,Aidan?That
physical?”

Aidannoddedagain.“Yeah,theyneedaphysicalplusdrugtest.”
“Plusdrugtest?Oh,aye,they'regettingstrict,”Dr.McDonald

remarkedtohimself,shakinghishead.“That'sgood,Isuppose,butstill.
Allright,I'lldoaquickurineanalysis.Ifyouneedacomprehensiveone,
I'llgetyoutocomebackin,butsometimestheywantitandsometimes
theydon't,andtheydon'twanttopayforitunlesstheyrequestedit
specifically,”herolledhiseyes.

“Allright,”Aidanlaughed.“I'lltrustyourjudgment.”
“You'dbetter–I'mthedoctorhere,”Dr.McDonaldretortedina

tonethatmadeAidan'srateheartspeedup,buthesofteneditwithawink.
“Now,haveaseatontheexaminationtableandwe'llgetstarted.”

Aidanobedientlywenttositonthetable,hoistinghimselfupand

shiveringatthecoolmetalunderhispalms.

“Isthisyourfirstphysical?I'mgoingtoguessnot,ifyou'reastar

athlete,”Dr.McDonaldsmiled.

“Yeah,no–Iusuallygetthemeveryyear.”
“Soyouknowwhattoexpect,then,”Dr.McDonaldnodded.“I'llget

youtotakeoffyourshoesandsteponthescalefirst,getsomebaseline
measurements.”Hewasbusygettingaclipboardandpenready,soAidan
pulledoffhisshoesandsetthemdownbythebed,thenhoppeddownand
walkedoverinhissock-cladfeettothescalebeforegettinguponit.He
stoodstraightwithhisbackagainstthemeasurementstickasthedoctor
approached,loweringthemetalroduntilittouchedhishead.“Verygood.
And–”thedoctoreyedthescale,thennoddedandraisedtherod.“Step
downagain.”

Aidansteppeddownashewasinstructed,hismindwandering.

Whatwouldhappenifthedoctorsuddenlystartedgivinghimothersorts
oforders?Gettingaphysicalwasscaryenoughforhim,becausehefelta
bitnervousaboutbeingnakedorevenpartiallynakedinfrontof
strangers,letalonehandsomemaledoctors...butthenaddinginthatsexy
aurathedoctorhad?Itseemedlikehecouldbeaprofessionalmasteror
something.

“Iseeyou'veansweredthelifestylequestionsalready–thankyou

verymuch.Ihavetoask,areyoureallynotsexuallyactiveinanyway?”

Aidansighed.“No,”heanswered.“Everydoctorquestionsmeon

that,butI'mreallynot.”

“MayIaskwhynot?”
“Ijustdon'thavetime,”Aidanexplainedwithafrown.“Neverhave.

Sexmeansromanticentanglements,andI'mtoobusybetweenschooland
sports.”

“Ahh,”Dr.McDonaldnoddedandmadeanote.“Sothere'snothing

botheringyouaboutit.It'sjustinconvenient.”

Aidannodded.
“Well,youhavefarmoreself-controlthanmostofmypatients,I

cantellyouthat,”thedoctorsmiledathim.“Mostdon'tcareifitleadsto
entanglements,theydoitanyway.Obviously,I'mseeingyoudon'tuse
drugs,butIhavetodothetestanyway,solet'sdothatnow.”

Aidantookthecontainerintothebathroomforhissampleand

managedtogiveitwithoutanyproblems,sincehewassousedtoit.He
returnedwiththevialminuteslater,oncehe'dwashedhishands.Dr.
McDonaldplacedeverythingintoasealedcontainerandnodded.“It'll
takeafewdays,butyoualreadyknowthat.”

“Yeah.”
“Inthemeantime,therestofyourphysicalawaits.”Thebrown-

haireddoctorhadastethoscopearoundhisnecknow,andAidaneyedit
withsometrepidation.“Doyoufeelcomfortabletakingyourshirtoffor
couldyoujustraiseitforme?”

Aidannodded,sittingbackontheexaminationtablewhenDr.

McDonaldgesturedforhimtodosoandraisinghisshirt.Thedoctor
raisedaneyebrowbutdidn'tcommentonhisshyness,justapproaching
andgentlypressingthewarmstethoscopepadagainsthischest.Surely,
hecouldhearthewayAidan'sheartracedathimbeingclose,butAidan
tookdeep,steadyingbreathstotrytokeephimselfcalm.

“Andcouldyoucoughforme?”AidancoughedandDr.McDonald

nodded,drawingaway.“Good.TurnaboutsoIcandothesameonyour
back,please.”

ThefaintbrushofDr.McDonald'sfingersalonghisspineashe

liftedhisshirtupenoughtoplacethestethoscopeonthemiddleofhis
back...thatdidfarmoreforAidanthanhewantedtoadmit.Hekept
breathingevenly,focusingentirelyonbreathinginforacountofthree
andoutforacountoffivelikehe'dbeentaughttoslowhisheartrateand
calmdownwhenhewasn'tonthefield.

“Good,”Dr.McDonaldconcluded,brushinghisfingersdown

Aidan'sspineseeminglyaccidentallyashelethisshirtdropslowlydown
hisbackagain.Aidanshiveredwhenthefingertipsreachedthesmallof
hisbackbeforedrawingawayfromhim.“Facemeagain.”

Aidanspunabouttofacehim,instinctivelyblinkingwhenhesaw

Dr.McDonald'sfingersquiteclosetohisface.

“I'msorry,Ioughttohavewarnedyou,”Dr.McDonaldsmiled.
“No,that'sfine.Should'veexpectedit,”Aidaninsisted,blinkingand

tryingtolookupandawayasthedoctor'sfingerspressedagainsthis
cheekandbrow,keepinghiseyesopensothathecouldpeerintentlyinto
one,thentheother.Then,skillfulfingersbegantopressalonghisthroat
andneck,thenaroundthebackofhisneck.

“Idon'tseeanythingmajor,”thedoctormurmured.“Openyour

mouth.”

“Ahhh,”Aidaninstinctivelymutteredasheopenedhismouthand

thedoctorpeeredinwithalittlelight.Itlookedlikeitwasonthetopofa
pen.Didalldoctorsgetthosewhentheygraduatedmedicalschool?
Imaginetheirhomecominghalftimeband,ifallthedoctorswavedtheir

penlightsinsteadoftheirphonesorlighters.Healmostsmiledattheidea.
Thatwaskindacute,really.

Whilehewasdistractedbythesethoughts,Dr.McDonaldfinished

thatpartoftheexamandscribbleddownhisfindings.“Now,aquick
physicalexamelsewhere.Anyparticularcomplaints?Unusualgrowths?
WildanimalbitesIoughttoknowabout?”

Aidanlaughedandshookhishead.“NothingIknowof.Doyouneed

metochangeintoagown?”

“Ifyoufeelmorecomfortablethatway,”Dr.McDonaldnodded.

“ButI'llneedtoseeallofyousoonerorlater.”

Aidansighedandshrugged.“Fine,”heagreed.Itwasn'tlikethe

guysdidn'tseehimnakedinthelockerroom.Butstill,aoneonone
atmospherewasdifferent.Heshruggedoffhisshirt,avertinghisgaze.

Dr.McDonaldleanedintoexaminehisskin,nails,muscles,and

chest.HepressedagainstAidan'sstomachandtorso,watchfuland
thoroughwithhischecksashemadesureeverythingwaslookinglikeit
should.

“Nowyourpants,please.”
Aidanleftonhisunderwearformodesty'ssakeasheslippedhis

pantsoff.Dr.McDonaldwasbeingmorethoroughthanhisolddoctorhad
been–butthen,itwashisfirstexam.Heprobablywantedtofigureout
whatAidanlookedlikeasabaselineincaseoffutureproblems.

Dr.McDonaldleanedintopressagainsthiships,thighs,knees,and

takeaquicklookathisfeet.“Notdiabetic,Idon'tthink?”

“No.”
“Good.Diabetesislinkedwithfootproblems,andI'veseenseveral

diabeticsthisweekalready.It'simportanttoknowabout,especiallyfor
someonewhoreliesonhisfeet.”

“Yeah,afriend'sdiabetic,soIknowabitaboutit,”Aidannodded.
“Well,Iseeeverythingnormalhere.I'lljusttestafewmuscle

strengths–canyoupressagainstmyhandwiththathand?Yes,likethat.”
Dr.McDonaldpaused,thenmadeanoise.“Mm.Andwithyourother

hand?”Herepeatedtheexerciseatafewanglesbeforemakinghimdothe
samewithhislegs.

“Excellent,”heconcluded,whileAidan'sskinstilltingledfromthe

sensationofhiswarmpalmagainstbareskin.“Youhavesuperiormuscle
strength,justasI'dexpectfromsomeoneinyourkindofshape.Unless
youhaveanyotherconcerns,Icanendtheexaminationhere.You'retoo
youngtoneedregularprostatechecks,andI'msureyou'dliketobe
sparedthetrouble,hm?”

Actually,Aidanwantedtosay,Iwouldn'tmindyoudoingit.Instead,

hejustnodded.

“I'llwriteuptheresultsandsendthemonassoonasIgetyourdrug

testback.Inthemeantime,youcanstopbythefrontdeskforanoteto
sendthemasproofthatthephysicalhasbeendone,”Dr.McDonaldtold
himwithacheerfulsmilewhileAidangotdressedagain.

“Thanks,”Aidannodded,andasheheadedoutaftergettingthe

nurse,Rick,togivehimthenote,hefeltoddly...disappointed.Notthat
he'dbeenexpectinganythingtohappen–afterall,Dr.McDonaldwas
certainlyaprofessional–buthewouldn'thavecomplainedifithad.God,
hewasturnedonfromhavingaman'shandspressingagainsthisbody,
testinghismuscles,rubbingoverhisstomachandchestandback...He
triedtoshakeitfromhismindashedrovehome,buthejustcouldn't
forgetthesensationshe'dexperienced.

Morethanever,hecravedsexualcontactnow.Hejusthadtokeep

tellinghimselfthathewastoobusytogetsoinvolvedwithanyone,
despitehisurgetogooutandgetlaidthatnight.

***

Bytheendofthatweek,Aidanhadalmoststoppedcravinga

hookup,butthenextemailhereceivedmadehisstomachsink.The
scholarshipcommitteewasn'tsatisfiedwiththeminimaldrugtesting
givenhisextraordinaryperformanceonthefieldandwantedtobesure
theyweren'tlettinginadruggie.Ofcourse,theyputitinamuchmore
politeandroundaboutwaythanthat,buthestillsimmeredatthe
implication.

Whenhemadethefollowupcalltothedoctor,hegotan

appointmentfornoononMonday.Rick,whoansweredthephonewitha
cheerygreeting,seemedtorecognizehimandlethimknowthatthiswas
theearliestavailableappointmentgiventhatitwasFridayalready.Then,
heexcusedhimselfforafewmomentsandputAidanonhold.

Afteraminuteofcharmingelevatormusic,thevoiceontheother

endreturned,butitwasdifferent.Thistime,itwasaccentedand–oh,it
wasdefinitelythedoctor.

“Hello,Aidan?”Dr.McDonaldgreeted.“Rickjusttoldmeabout

yourtroubles.Sorrytohearthat.Ifyouwanttocomeinthisevening,I
cantakeyouinthelastappointmentslot–that'dbe4:50PM.Wouldthat
work?”

“Oh,thatwouldbebrilliant,thanks,”Aidanbreathedoutasighof

relief.

“Yes,Ithoughtyou'dwanttogetitresolvedsoonerratherthan

later,”Dr.McDonaldnodded.“I'llseeyouthisevening,then,Aidan.”

Afterhedroveintothecity,Aidanwaitedmuchmorepatientlyin

thewaitingroomthistime.Heknewwhattoexpectthistime,atleast,so
hewasn'tquiteasnervous.Still,therewastheveryrealpossibilityhe
wouldgetintroubleforhispoorresultsonthedrugtests,eventhoughhe
knewhecouldn'tpossiblyhavebeenexposedtoanything.Thiscouldn't
stophischanceatapromisinguniversityathleticscareer,couldit?

HisthoughtswereinterruptedasRickledhimintoanexamination

roomoncemore.“Dr.McDonaldwillberightwithyou.”

Sureenough,secondslater,thedoctorenteredandsmiledathimin

thatcharmingway.“Hello,Aidan.Goodtoseeyouagain.”

“Hi,Dr.McDonald.Thanksforseeingmeonsuchshortnotice.”
Dr.McDonaldshrugged.“Ah,whateverIcandotohelp.They've

givenmetroubleoverathletesandthiskindofthingbefore,soIexpected
it.”Hesettledintotherollingchairandwheeleditcloser.“Butfirst,I
needyoutobeverystraightforwardwithme.”

Ah,hereitcomes.

“Haveyouusedanydrugswithinthelastfewmonths,including

supplements,multivitamins,herbalremedies,prescriptionmedication–
anything?”

“No,”Aidanansweredandtriedtoshowthehonestyofhisresponse

inhisface.“Ireallyhaven't.Notevenadamnmultivitamin.”

Dr.McDonaldnoddedandsmiledagain,straighteningup.“Okay,”

hesaidsimply.“Ibelieveyou.SoI'lldoacompletepanel.Blood,saliva,
semen,hair–everythingIdidn'tdolasttime.Iprobablygotafalse
positivefromtheurinetestlasttime,butthere'snowaytheycandoubt
youifIdoitallthistime.”

“Semen?”Aidanechoed,certainlysurprisedbythenews.He'd

undergonetestingbefore,butnotthatparticularkind.He'dnevereven
heardofit.“Andhair?”

“Drugtestingisrapidlyadvancing,”Dr.McDonaldtoldhim.“It's

notstandard,butthereareafewtests.Morethanthat,Iwanttocoverall
thebasessotheydon'tcomebackaskingformore.Getitalldoneat
once.”

Aidannodded.“Allright.Makessense,Iguess.”Still,semen.

Jerkingoffinacup,probably.God,that'sabitembarrassing.

“So,settlebackandI'llstartwiththebloodtest.”
Havingthedoctor'shandwrappedaroundhisarmtosteadyitashe

slidtheneedleintoaveinwasoddlyerotic.Hehardlyfelttheneedleat
all,toofocusedonDr.McDonald'swarmbreathandsteadyhands.Aidan
triedtoforgetabouthowon-edgeanddesperatehe'dbeenafterhis
physical,butthedoctor'sbodywassoclosetohis...

“Therewego,”Dr.McDonaldmurmured,stickingalittle,round

bandageontopofthespotwherehe'dtakenthesample.“I'llgetaquick
hairsample,too.”

AidanhardlyfeltitasDr.McDonaldsnippedasmallbitofhair

fromhimandcarefullybaggedthatup,too.Itfeelsabitlikebeinga
guineapig.ButIlikebeingunderhisobservation.Crap...don'tgetturned
on.Hisnaturalurgesstillstartedtorespondtothewatchfulgaze.

“Now,asalivaswab.”Dr.McDonaldreturnedwithalittleswabon

astick,soAidandutifullyopenedhismouth.Dr.McDonald'sfacewas
quitecloseasheleanedintouseapenlight,thenpressedtheswabtothe
insideofhischeek.Itwasastrangesensation,butAidanwasmore
concernedwiththeverylightbrushesofDr.McDonald'sfingers–
clenchedaroundtheswabstick–againsthislips.God,thatfeltgood.

“Thankyou,”Dr.McDonaldmurmuredafteramoment,drawing

backtobagthatsampleandlabelit,too.

Onlyonesampleleft,then,anditwasboundtobethemost

awkwardone.AidanwatchedasDr.McDonaldmadeafewnotesonhis
chart,thentookoutanothertestkit.

“Now,I'msureyouknowwhat'snext,”Dr.McDonaldsmiled.“The

bathroom'sjustthroughthere.Butyoushouldknowthis:Ijustneedto
superviseandmakesureyoudon'ttamperwiththesample.”

Aidanblushed.“Oh.Okay.Um,sure.”
“Standardprocedureforafollowuptest,”Dr.McDonaldassured

him.“I'lldomybesttokeepitfrombeingweird.Let'sgo,then.”

Aidanfollowedthewhite-claddoctoroutoftheexaminationroom

andintothebathroomacrossthehallway.Itwasasingle-stallroomwith
atoilet,sink,andhanddryer–nothingfancy.He'dbeeninhereforhis
urinetest,buthe'dbeenaloneandithadn'tbeenabigdeal.Now,this
doctorwasgoingtowatchhimjerkoff.

Thenagain,whenhethoughtaboutit,itcouldbesomuchworse.

Dr.McDonaldcouldbeagrumpyoldguy,orhecouldbeweirdand
creepy.Instead,asthedoctorleanedagainstthewallandglancedaway,
Aidanfeltmuchmorecomfortable.Infact,thewildestideaoccurredto
him.

Noway.Seducingthedoctorwouldbe...wrong...wouldn'tit?
Aidanglancedoverathim,thenreachedoutahand.“Thevial?”he

prompted,andDr.McDonaldhandeditover.Aidanworkedhiscockout
ofhispants,glancinginthemirrorandthenbacktothedoctorashe
wrappedhishandaroundhiscock.Hisfirstfewstrokesweregentleand

slowbeforehereachedouttorunsomewateroverhishand.Betterlube
thannothing.

Dr.McDonaldglancedoverbutnoddedalittle,nottellinghimthat

hecouldn'tuseanything.

Havingthedoctor'seyesonhimstrangelyenoughseemedtomake

Aidan'scockhardenalmostimmediately.Oh,Jesus.I'mlustingafterhim.
Ididn'tmeanto,but...Ican'thelpit.Aidanbithislipforamoment,then
castanotherglanceover.

Dr.McDonaldwasstillwatchinghim,hisarmsfoldedcasually.
“God,ifyou'renotgonnahelp,youshouldn'tbelooking,”Aidan

murmured,butwithjustenoughofateasing,sultrytoneinhisvoicethat
hehopedhewasimplyingwhathemeant.

Dr.McDonaldraisedhiseyebrowandlaughedinresponse.“Would

youlikemeto?”

Aidanlickedhislipsatthesuddenquestion.“Well...ifyourduties

allowit...”Wouldthatbeinappropriate?Almostcertainly.ButI'm
jerkingoffintoavialthinkingabouthimandhe'swatchingme...to
anyoneelse,thiswouldbeinappropriate.

Dr.McDonaldpushedhimselfawayfromthewallandslowly

saunteredcloser.“Icanhelp.”HewalkedupbehindAidan,glancingin
themirrorasheencircledhimwithonearmaroundhischest,hisother
handcomingtocaresshisgrowingerectionwithsuchskillanddexterity.

Aidanmoanedunderhisbreath.“Yeah,”hebreathedout.Eventhis

wasmoreactionthanhewasusedtogetting.Hecouldn'tbelievethesexy,
funny,intelligentdoctorwantedhim,ifonlyforthisappointment.

Dr.McDonaldsmiled,runninghishandslowlyunderAidan'st-shirt

andupAidan'schesttotweakhisnipple.Then,hisfingertipsbrushed
againsthiscollarbone.“Sosensitive,aren'tyou?Inoticed,”hemurmured
quietly.

Aidan'sbreathinghitchedandhestareddownatDr.McDonald's

handasitworkedupanddownhisshaft,hishandsfallingtohissides.
“Thisisn'tstandardprocedure,isit?”hewhispered,hisvoicesounding

loudtohisownearsinthesilenceofthebathroom.Hewassurethe
doctorcouldhearhishearthammering.

“No,”Dr.McDonaldmurmured.“Onlyformyfavoritepatients.”
Aidansmiledattheideaofbeinghisfavorite.“Good,”he

murmured.“Ooh,I'dhavedonethistestlasttimeifI'donlyknownyou'd
helpme,”heevenadmitted,tryingnottowatchthewayhischeeks
blossomedwithapalepinkshadeatthisconfession.

Dr.McDonaldchuckleddeeply.“Thankyouverymuch,Aidan,”he

answeredtheintendedcompliment,stillrunninghisfingerarounda
nipplebeforelettinghishandtraildownAidan'ssideandhip.

“Andifyouwantedtodoanythingelse...”Aidanmanaged,closing

hiseyesandleaningbackintoDr.McDonald.

Thedoctorsupportedhim,lettinghimresthisheadonhisshoulder

beforeleaninginandbreathingagainsttheexposedskinofhisneck,“Let
meguess:I'mwelcometofuckthesampleoutofyou?”

Aidanchuckled,twitchingwithpleasureatthesensationofwarm

breathacrossthethinskinofhisneck.“Ifyouwanttoputitthatway.But
goeasy.I'veneverbeenwithaman.”

“Oh,avirgin?”Dr.McDonaldmurmured,squeezingAidan'ship

andrunninghisfingersinslowcirclesaroundhishipboneuntilhewanted
tomoanwithpleasure.“Icanfixthatforyou.”

“Nngh,please...”It'dbesimplest.He'snotgoingtogetinvolved

withme,butheknowswhathe'sdoing.Ifuckingwanthim,andhewants
me.Thisisperfect.God,isitperfect...

Dr.McDonaldstoppedstrokinghim,insteadunzippingand

unbuttoninghispantstoslidethemdownaroundhisthighs.Aidan
glancedinthemirroratthesightofhisstill-hardcockpokingoutfrom
underhist-shirt,barethighsexposedasDr.McDonaldreacheddownto
unziphimself.

Thelastthingheexpectedwasforthedoctortoreachintothewall

cabinetandpulloutabottleoflubricant,butthenagain,itsomehow
wasn'tsurprising.Dr.McDonaldhadotherfavoritepatients,nodoubt.

Aidanwasn'tdumb–heknewthedoctorprobablyhadhiswaywithother
men.Thatmeanthewasprobablygoingtobefeelingreallygoodbythe
timetheScottishdoctorwasdonewithhim.

“Inormallywouldn'ttrysuchanambitiousposition,butlet'ssee

whatwecandowithyourstrengthandflexibility...”Dr.McDonald
mused.“Canyouputyourkneeuponthesink?”

Itwasaslightstrain,butAidandiditeasilyenough,restinghisarm

alonghisthighandstaringatthegorgeoussightofhimselfinthemirror.
Hewassexy,evenifhedidn'ttakeadvantageofittogetlaidenough.

“See?Whatasight,”Dr.McDonaldsmiled,andbeforeAidanknew

it,agloved,lubedfingerwascirclinghisentrance,rubbingbackandforth
untilhewaswetandachingformore.Then,Dr.McDonaldsliditinside,
carefullycrookinghisfingertorubalongtheprostatewitheachslow
stroke.

Aidan'scockachedformoreattention,buthewrappedhishands

aroundtheedgeofthesinktoresisttheurgetostroke.Letthedoctor
handleit.

Momentslater,asecondfingerwasadded,stretchingandopening

himupwhilerubbingbackandforthoverthatsingle,pleasurablespot
untilhethoughthewasgoingtocollapseagainstthesink.Adropletof
moistureleakedfromthetipofhiscockfrombeingsoturnedon,andhe
clenchedaroundDr.McDonald'sfingersinprotestandneed.

“Okay,”Dr.McDonaldchuckledquietly.“You'regoodandready,

hm?”

Aidanfeltlikehiswholelengthwascracklingwithsensitivenerves,

thebloodrushingthroughhimlikeneverbefore.Hisassfeltwarmbut
empty,morethanreadyforamantoslideonin.“Mmm,”hemoanedhis
agreementandnodded,hiskneepressedagainstthecoolsinkstill.

Dr.McDonaldbarelyhesitatedbeforepressinghistiptothe

entranceandslidinginside,thelubricantmakingiteasyforhimtoslip
intoAidaninchbygloriousinch.Fuck,hewasbig,Aidancouldn'thelp
butthink,though–hehadn'texpectedthedoctortobehungaswellas
gorgeous.

“Oh,you'llbeachingtocomeformesoon,”Dr.McDonaldsmiled.

“Icanalreadyfeelit.Youcanhardlyholdout,canyou?”

Aidannoddedhard.Hecouldn'tseehimselflastingmorethana

franticfewminutes.

“That'sgood,though.Officeisclosinginafewminutes,”Dr.

McDonaldteased.“Wouldn'twanttobecaughtinacompromising
position,evenwithsomeonesolovelyasyourself...”Heleanedintokiss
aparticularspotonAidan'sneckthatmadeAidan'skneesweak,then
reacheduptorubhisnippleagain.

AidancouldhardlystanditasDr.McDonaldstartedtothrusthis

hipsinsidehim,hislengthsurginginandoutofhim,theneedgrowing
strongerandhiskneesgrowingweaker.Beingproppeduponthesinkand
leaningbackagainstthedoctorhelped,andwheneverhecouldbearto
openhiseyesandwatch,thegorgeoussightinthemirrorwasitsown
reward.

Aidancouldseetheloosewhitecoatbehindhimswingingwitheach

thrust,hisownbodyjoltingforward,andeventhedoctor'sround,smooth
nutsslappinghisownperkybackside.Hecouldseethebaseofthe
erectionwheneverDr.McDonaldwasallthewayout,andevenatthis
angle,hegotsomegoodideaofthelengthinsidehim.

Dr.McDonaldfilledhimupcompletelyandhelovedit.Hiscock

achedformore,though,sohesoonmoanedandtriedtounwraphishand
fromthesink,butDr.McDonaldshookhishead.“Doyouhavethe
container...?”thedoctorprompted.

AidanhelditupandDr.McDonaldtookitinhislefthand,hisright

comingaroundtowraparoundAidan'scock.Aidanwatchedinthemirror
thewaythebroad,darkerhandenvelopedhisflushed,red,achingwet
lengthandstartedtostrokeinquick,measuredmovements.

ThesurgesofheatthatflushedthroughAidanmadehimmoan

again,thesoundloudinthetiledbathroom.Hekepthiseyesopennow,
unabletolookawayfromthemirrorathowhiscocklookedwhenitwas
justaboutreadytoshoothisload–andthenhecame.

HewasabouttogasphiswarningtoDr.McDonaldashefelt

himselfdrawingtightandalmostcollapsingagainstthesink,hismuscles
givingway,butthedoctor'sholdtightenedaroundhimandhislefthand
camearoundtoquicklyholdthecontaineroverthetip.Aidanwatchedas
eachquickspurtofcomeneatlylandedinthetube,thedoctor'sexpert
handwringingouthisreleasewhilehecradledhiminthecrookofhis
armtokeephimupright.

Aidanwassogladhewaskneelingonthesinkstill,andheleaned

forwardtopresshishandagainstthemirror.“Jesus,”hebreathedout,
awarethathewasstillrhythmicallyclenchingaroundDr.McDonalda
fewmoretimesbeforehismusclesfinallyfinishedcontractingand
squeezingouteverylastbitoftheintenseorgasm.Itfeltsomuchbetter
thanhe'devenexpected.

Dr.McDonaldthendrewoutofhimandstrippedoffthecondom

Aidanhadn'tevenheardhimputon,reachingouttosetthevialasideon
topofthecabinet.Aidancouldn'tresistreachingbehindhimtotakehold
ofhisbareshaft,turningaroundtositontheedgeofthesinkandleaning
back.Hepulleduphisshirttohischest,leavinghisstomachbare.

Dr.McDonaldgotthehintandstartedtostrokehimselfwith

Aidan'shelp,hishuge,flushedlengthsoobviouslyclosetobeingdone–
andthen,inanexplosionofwetheatandwithaquietgroan,Dr.
McDonaldcame,hisownpassionpaintingAidan'sabdomenandstomach
withquickwhite,streakystrings.

ThelookonDr.McDonald'sfacewasthebest,though.Aidancould

haveswornhewasaddictedtosexnowthathe'dhadit,andhehadthe
sneakingsuspicionitwasgoingtobealothardertoavoidbeing
entangledwithguysinthefuture.Hewantedtowringthatkindof
expressionoutofmanymoremen,tobetheirsolesourceandinspiration
forthisultimatepleasure.

Afteralongfewmoments,Dr.McDonaldcaughthisbreathand

smiled,reachingouttowipehimselfoffwithtissuesbeforeproviding
Aidanwithsometocleanhimselfup,too.Theyweresilentandquickin
theirmovements,almostsynchronizedastheydressedanddrewapart

likenothinghadhappened.

“Thankyouforyourhelp,”Aidancouldn'thelpbutcommentasDr.

McDonaldtookthevialandcappeditbeforebringinghimbackacross
thehallwayandintotheexaminationroom.

“You'rewelcome,Aidan,”Dr.McDonaldsmiled.“Thankyoufor

beingsopatientwithallofthistesting.Ihopeyoufeelbetteraboutthe
results.I'msuretheywon'tproveproblematic.”

Aidannodded,glancingaroundatthestarkexaminationroom.“I

shouldn'tneedtocomeback,then?”

“No,notforthis,”Dr.McDonaldsaid,andAidanlovedthewayhis

cheeksandlipswerestillflushedredderthanusual.Hecouldtellthatthe
orgasmwasstillsettlingintohisbodybythewaythedoctor'seyesshone.
“Butyou'remorethanwelcometoreturnagain,particularlyasyoubegin
toattendschoolhere.”

“Iwill,”Aidangrinned.“Believeme,Iwill.”

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