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Myfreeweeklynewslettercomeswithinfoonmynewstories,exclusive
specialoffers,discounts,freepromos,andmore.Getafree,exclusive
shortstoryjustforsigningupnow!
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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