Examination
From Metabods
As soon as he walked into the little examination room Cole caught the young buck sitting on the exam table doing what he called, in his own head, the “triple play” – that was where the patient glanced at Cole’s oversized pecs, then cast a quick look at Cole’s crotch, then looked away, trying to not seem aroused or trying to avoid getting aroused.
Cole was very used to this behavior, and it kind of turned him on – especially when, as in this case, the subject was himself smoking hot. In the clubs, of course, guys stared openly at all his assets: loose, wavy blond hair, gorgeous face, naturally broad shoulders, heavy round pecs that pushed out any shirt he wore, thick upper arms and hairy forearms leading down to conspicuously large hands; tight, narrow waist curving into a perfect, round muscle ass capping long, long thick legs; and in the center of it all, a bulge so prominent it stood out no matter how loose his pants were. In the clubs, guys drank him in, drifted toward him, groped him helplessly: as soon as one or two guys started feeling up his hard, bulging torso on the dance floor, or the gym locker room, or even in the pasta aisle at the corner Food Emporium, it became okay for a whole group of guys to do so.
But in a doctor’s office, even in gayest Chelsea, it’s not considered proper form to ogle, much less fondle, your physician’s assistant, no matter how much his loose V-neck medical tunic seemed to invite running your hands up underneath, all over the hard eight-pac plateau that lay the shadow of his surreally large pecs, or how much his loose, baby-blue draw-string pants seemed to want to be, even need to be, yanked down those long legs to their natural resting place, draped around Cole’s ankles and across his size-14 shoes.
Cole checked his clipboard for the boy’s name. “How you doing, Ryan?” he asked, moving to stand directly in front of the patient. But Ryan didn’t respond. He still had his head turned aside – and his eyes were closed too, as if Ryan feared he’d orgasm all over the examining room if he spared Cole even a moment’s glance.
Cole knew that feeling. Guys did cum just from looking at him, all the time. It had even happened in here. Cole knew that a lot of guys who were anywhere as hot as he was quickly became conceited assholes. Cole wasn’t an asshole. He just knew he had a gift. And he really liked making guys happy. Very, very, seeing-stars happy.
Cole tried again. “How’s it going?” he said.
Ryan seemed to be concentrating, like he was working through some non-arousal exercise in his head. His brow was slightly furrowed. But he responded to the question with a curt, “’Kay,” even if his face was still turned away from Cole and his eyes were still closed.
Cole paused to consider, taking stock of his subject as he did so. Ryan was incredibly cute: maybe 17, with long thick black hair chopped straight across just above his shoulders. His face was entrancing, even in its present attitude of rejection: some ineffable combination of brow, cheekbones, jaw, and lips seemed to entice Cole, drawing him in, and Cole knew he wanted to kiss those lips, make love just with their mouths and lips and tongues.
Ryan was equally engrossing below the neck: his lanky, limber body was not generously muscled like Cole’s but even through the simple green tee shirt and jeans it was clear that Ryan was both incredibly buff and tight and, Cole knew with clairvoyant insight, mind-bendingly flexible. Suddenly Cole had a vivid image of Ryan in his bed, completely relaxed even though he was bent in half, his hairy legs folded comfortably behind his shoulders.
Cole realized that he was getting powerfully aroused, his thick cock uncoiling in his boxer briefs, and decided to respect Ryan’s desire not to be faced with Cole’s own irresistible hotness. He stepped around the exam table so that he stood behind Ryan, adjusting his chubbing boner as he did so.
Ryan sensed Cole’s movement and relaxed his wide shoulders a bit, though he didn’t open his eyes or stop furrowing his brow in concentration. Cole realized that he found Ryan just as hot from the back as from the front – there was something very hot about the way his hair hung about his neck, just barely brushing his shoulders. Cole’s double-wide cock was almost completely hard now, and he became aware that he was breathing hard. Cole was astonished: he was never like this. He was not only astonished, he was fascinated.
With an effort he modulated his breathing and focused on the task at hand. “So what brings you in today, Ryan?” he said, trying to sound both friendly and professional, even as he adjusted his cock a second time. Ryan had indicated on the form that his new employer required a baseline checkup to start medical coverage, but Cole wanted to find a way to relate to his patient other than through his own arousal.
Ryan seemed to need a second to be able to speak, but when he did, it was another curt response: “Insurance checkup,” he said. The “s” in “insurance” was just a bit blurred, not quite a lisp – perhaps Ryan just had an unusually thick tongue. That would be hot .... no! Gotta stay professional. “Good,” Cole said. “Well, you seem – healthy – ” He realized he was babbling and snapped his mouth shut, feeling chagrined, unaccustomed to not being in control. He picked up the stethoscope and rubbed the chestpiece to warm it up a bit. “Take your shirt off please.” Or let me help you. Wordlessly, Ryan pulled off his tee shirt, revealing a back that wasn’t especially muscular, but still had a naturally developed set of lats that gave him a very lovely V taper. Cole felt his whole body respond. He wanted to wrap his muscular arms around that lanky torso, he wanted to —- he shook his head as if to dislodge his distraction from his mind. He realized he was completely aroused. Fuck, I’ve never been this hard in the exam room. Hope Dr. K doesn’t just walk in!
“Breathe in,” Cole said, placing the stethoscope chestpiece against Ryan’s back. Ryan did so, and they repeated the process.
Cole hesitated. “I need to move around front,” he said, and Ryan nodded. It felt weird – Cole felt strangely self-conscious. Normally he was fine with turning people on all the time, but now somehow he felt like he was imposing. Partly because he was so uncontrollably turned on himself. He moved slowly around the table until hw was standing in front of Ryan, and was aware of both their breathing starting to quicken. God, his chest is perfect! Cole thought – not nearly as big as Cole’s melon-sized shirt-stuffer pecs, but thick and square and perfectly formed, with just a brush of hair in between. And below? Cole sucked in his breath: eight-pack abs, not deeply cut, but iron-hard and clearly defined, with a touch more dark hair trailing between them.
Ryan’s eyes were still closed, his face still turned away. He was shivering very slightly. Surreptitiously, his eyes fixed on Ryan’s sweet face, Cole repositioned his now-rock-hard boner so it was pointing straight up, trapped behind the draw-string waistband, three inches of superwide cock exposed. Cole quickly pulled the hem of his tunic over it.
They repeated the stethoscope cycle twice more, Cole barely paying attention as he placed the chestpiece against each side of Ryan’s pecs, fixating more and more on the boy’s mesmerizing lips. They were standing closer to each other than before and were breathing almost in sync. Finally he set the stethoscope aside.
Cole picked up a tongue depressor. “I need to check your throat,” Cole said hoarsely. “Open wide.”
Ryan’s eyes jumped open in alarm, and they were staring into each other’s eyes. For a moment all Cole could see was a sea of endless blue. Ryan shook his head no, without breaking their mutual gaze. Cole expected Ryan to close his eyes again right away, and was upset that he might do so, but instead they stared deep into each other’s eyes for some time, their faces close.
“Open,” Cole said softly, firmly. Ryan’s eyes remained distressed, but his beautiful lips parted a tiny bit, fearful, yearning, compelling.
Cole couldn’t resist any more. He placed his own lips against Ryan’s and felt a very slight shock, and a shudder ran through Ryan’s body. Cole knew that no one had kissed him in a long time, and he felt elated that he would be the one to give Ryan this sweet kiss.
His own lips parted more, and Ryan, still not totally giving in, resisted. Another shudder ran through Ryan’s lithe body and Cole placed his warm, strong hands on Ryan’s wide shoulders to steady him. Cole’s touch on his exposed skin seemed to drive Ryan over the edge. His inhibition broke, shuddering into nonexistence. Ryan leaned into a deep, passionate kiss, his hands finding Cole’s broad, bulging shoulders. Cole allowed his long, thick tongue to expand into Ryan’s mouth, and Ryan, abandoning himself completely to this moment, did the same. Only...
At first Cole’s fevered mind didn’t parse what was happening. He felt the intrusion into his hot mouth of a thickening, hardening cock, a big porn-star cock, and his mouth immediately reacted with ecstatic fellatio, his lips and tongue ministering eagerly to the swelling, throbbing cock that was – and he always loved this sensation – expanding and boning up inside his own mouth. Flooded with passion, Cole escalated his sweet make-out with Ryan, his huge cock thrashing at his own waist, writhing free of the thin shirt he’d had draped over it, and Ryan kissed him back with a vengeance, his right had behind Cole’s neck under his long cascading blond hair, his left hand finding Cole’s double-wind monster. Cole could taste precum already from Ryan’s delicious big cock – it wouldn’t be long.
As their kissing grew more intense, Ryan’s cock fully hard and gigantic in Cole’s mouth, Cole reached for Ryan’s crotch, awkwardly unzipping Ryan’s thin jeans and, reaching in, finding a gratifyingly long and thick cock – as big as the one that Cole was passionately sucking off – while they kissed with the fervor of long lost lovers. The analytical part of Cole’s mind suddenly was trying to get his attention – surely you realize something is strange here – but even as a flash of confusion washed over Cole’s consciousness, causing him to momentarily pause, his eyes opening, Ryan’s strong hand stopped Cole from pulling back, massaging his muscular neck, and Ryan’s other hand began smoothly stroking Cole’s enormous cock, and suddenly Cole didn’t fucking care, this was a dream – a dream come true, a chance, he understood later when his cognitive process started to realign again, to combine two of his favorite erotic pleasures, making out and sucking cock – and god, what a sweet, beautiful, big hard cock Ryan had in Cole’s mouth.
Cole and Ryan resumed their passionate mouthplay harder than ever – in Ryan’s case literally harder than ever – as they feverishly stroked each other, a luxurious second theater of intense tactile gratification. The feel of Ryan’s mouthcock was exquisite – it was the most awesome boner he’d ever had in his mouth – hard, and thick, warm, throbbing, the embodiment of masculine, and beyond the glorious feel of it it was leaking delicious salty precum as it pushed deep into Cole’s mouth, brushing his throat, Cole wrapping his long tongue around it any way he could, and Ryan was wimpering, obviously getting close, and then —- pow, Ryan’s cock exploded in his mouth, and the big cock in Cole’s hand did the same, huge surges of cum, and there was so much cum in his mouth Cole had trouble keeping up with the volume of it, swallowing and swallowing and swallowing as they kept kissing, more sweetly now, and Cole realized he’d cum massively, Ryan’s hand still gently stroking his cum-covered pole, and he hadn’t even noticed, he’d been so caught up in Ryan’s huge orgasm.
As they descended from their orgasms Ryan and Cole fell back into a warm, comfortable, absurdly pleasurable make-out, Ryan’s cock softening only a little in Cole’s hot mouth, and Cole wondered if he’d be able to part his lips from Ryan’s ever again.
