I gulped. "Yes, sir."
The doctor smiled broadly.
I couldn't help smiling back, feeling warm all over. "I think I get the picture."
"Bobby and I are going to head over to the exam room. If you'd like to watch, you can. If not, please wait here and I'll tend to you in a bit." The doctor turned and walked out before I could respond, and Bobby followed after. I only hesitated for a split-second, then frantically pulled my pants back up and followed right behind them.
We passed through the hallway of rowdy guests. The sound of their moans and groans was music to me. When we arrived in the exam room, Bobby already seemed to know his place. He climbed on top of the exam table and kneeled on his hands and knees.
Sliding his pouch down to his knees, a long crystal string of fluid broke away from the head of his hardened cock. He'd made a sticky mess inside his underwear.
"So, as I was saying," the doctor explained, "what you saw yesterday..."
"Yes, sir," I said with a nod.
"That's what I do to Bobby every Saturday night."
"Oh," I said dumbly. "I didn't know that was a medical procedure too."
The doctor chuckled softly. "Doctors like to have fun too, Thomas. Sometimes men come to me with embarrassing problems and I give them advice. They don't even take their clothes off. And sometimes, in cases like yours, they just need a helping hand—or finger." He raised a playful eyebrow. "And sometimes, we take things a little further. What Bobby and I have is special. Every Saturday night, he visits me and I take care of his needs."
"We take care of each other's needs," Bobby amended with a grin.
Doctor Doyle smiled and kissed Bobby gently on the shoulder, then caressed his lean bicep.
Just seeing them together made my cock stir. They were both so handsome to me in different ways. Bobby, being the young, toned fella with a rock-solid body. And Doctor Doyle, being older, wiser, with his glinting eyes and his voice filled with authority. There was such a contrast between them and I couldn't believe I was really going to witness their intimacy up close and personal.
The doctor gestured to a lonely plastic chair pushed against the wall. "If you'd like to stay, please make yourself comfortable and have a seat."
I followed his directions and sat in the chair. The show began to unfold in front of me as Doctor Doyle continued caressing Bobby's body with his big hands. He kissed the back of Bobby's neck and traced a trail down his spine, all the way to the crest of his buttocks. Judging by the soft moans that escaped Bobby's lips, he seemed to be enjoying it.
Then the doctor's thick tongue darted out, stiff and pointed on the end, licking a path between Bobby's butt cheeks as he spread them apart. Bobby's moans grew louder and the doctor seemed to relish in the taste.
I wondered what it was like to be licked down there. The thought had never even crossed my mind, but now I couldn't help feeling a little bit jealous. I wanted the doctor's mouth on me, tasting me and giving me the same attention.
But instead, I decided to wait it out. I just wanted to observe, like an audience member sitting in a movie theater. Everything was happening on the big screen in front of me, but I was still at a safe distance. It didn't feel real to me yet.
As the doctor leaned over the table, licking, nibbling, and teasing Bobby's hole, he shrugged off his white lab coat to reveal a large tent in his black slacks. It looked like he was smuggling a small person down there.His cock must be massive, I thought.
Off came the doctor's shirt, revealing a dense forest of dark chest hair. He was a solid brute encased by a sheet of muscle. I knew he was burly but hadn't expected him to be so built under his clothes. Quite a difference next to Bobby's lean and mostly bare athletic build.
The moment of truth came as the doctor unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. With his face still buried between Bobby's cheeks, he pulled down his blue and white striped boxer shorts, and the beast was unleashed.
Nestled in a thick bush of curls, the doctor's cock stood large and stiff. Protruding from his veiny foreskin was a meaty helmet head that glistened in the light. It looked like smooth marble. I found my mouth watering as I imagined tasting it.
"You ready for me to take your temperature, boy?" Doctor Doyle said in a husky growl, slapping Bobby's bottom playfully.
"Yes, doctor."
The doctor grabbed a tube of K-Y from a nearby table. "What are your symptoms?" he asked.
"I feel hot all over."
"Uh-huh," the doctor grunted as he palmed a glob of jelly across his cock head. "What else?"
"I have an itch I can't scratch."
"Oh, yeah? Where?"