I didn’t have a clue as to what was wrong with me when they wheeled me into the emergency room. I had been vomiting for three hours, before I called the paramedics. I didn’t have any other way to get to the hospital. I live alone. It was after midnight. I didn’t know what to do.
The paramedics thought it was food poisoning, maybe the sausage pizza I had for dinner. I wasn’t sure. The only thing I wanted to do was to stop puking. They stuck me with an IV and gave me something to stop the nausea.

I was wheeled into a small room off the main emergency room. A few minutes later I was examined by a white-haired doctor. He scribbled a few notes and told me to try and get some rest. It was going to take a while for the medication to take affect.

I laid in the room listening to the sobs and wails of other patients. I wanted to get out of there. It was now after one in the morning.

It was more than an hour before any body checked on me. This time it wasn’t the white-haired doctor, but a handsome young intern.

“I’m Doctor Mitchell,” he said. “And you’re, Jesse?”

I nodded my head yes. The doctor pulled a pencil out of his pocket and scribbled on my chart. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better,” I said.

“Well let’s give a look.”

I gave the doctor the once over. He was a dreamboat. He had sandy brown hair and a pair of piercing ice-blue eyes that were almost hidden by a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. He had to be a least six foot four. Even though he was wearing a white lab coat, it was obvious he was built that a brick shithouse.

The doctor placed his hands on my stomach and poked and prodded. My cock stirred as I stared at the handsome doctor, examining me.

“It looks as if the swelling has gone down,” he said. Then a puzzled look came over his face. He pressed his hands over my mid-stomach one more time. “What’s this?” The doctor lifted the hospital gown over my belly only to discover my pierced navel.

I started to laugh, but I quickly stopped. My stomach hurt too much.

The doctor grinned, flashing me a sparkling smile. I was in lust, big time. “I usually don’t see these, unless they’re infected.” The doctor grabbed the silver ring and tugged at it gently.

I’m not exactly the piercing and tattoo type. In fact, I’m thirty-five years old. Most people wouldn’t guess that under the button-downed shirts was a silver ring hanging in my belly button. The piercing was my friend Susan’s idea. We had been sitting in a cafe one afternoon, trying to decide what to do for the day. I was supposed to be trying to cheer her up. The night before, Susan had called me in tears because some man had fucked her over. Susan suggested we go get something pierced. I went along. I guess you could say, I’m easily persuaded.

Dr. Mitchell continued to fiddle with the ring in my navel. What the doctor didn’t know was that I loved to play with the ring while I jerked off. As he fiddled with the silver ring, my cock started to grow.

Dr. Mitchell glanced down at the growing bulge in my jockey shorts and grinned.

“I guess I was wrong about the swelling. What do we have here?”

He reached down and squeezed my now stiff seven inches. I was suddenly feeling much better. Dr. Mitchell continued to fondle my cock through my shorts until I was dripping precum. I big, damp spot formed near the elastic waistband of my briefs. My cock was fighting a loosing battle, trying to stay in my shorts.

“Here, let’s slip these off,” said Dr. Mitchell, sounding like this was all part of my examination.

I raised my butt off the examining table and the doctor pulled my underpants down to my ankles. He then grasped my aching cock and another drop of clear liquid flowed out of my piss-slit. The doctor the bent over and licked my dripping juice off my spongy cockhead. Before I knew it, he enveloped my aching shaft in his hot, moist mouth, taking me all the way down to my short hairs.

I groaned loudly as the doctor sucked me.

A few minutes later, Dr. Mitchell was paged. I was pissed. I was just beginning to enjoy his bedside manner.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said. “We’ll see about getting you discharged.”

The doctor disappeared behind the curtain, and I pulled up my shorts.

Dr. Mitchell returned about forty-five minutes later. My cock hardened when he approached.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Much better.”

“I think we can let you go now. I want you to take these if your stomach starts bothering you.” The doctor handed me a bottle filled with small white pills. “And stay away solid food for a day or two.” The he handed me some papers. “Bring these to the front desk after you get dressed.” He then leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Meet me out front. I get off in a couple of minutes.

Dr. Mitchell winked at me as he left me in the examining room, pulling on my jeans.

I dropped the papers off at the front desk, and the nurse handed me back my medical card. I walked out of the emergency room. The sun was just coming up. The morning sky was pink. The morning air was brisk. I folded my arms and shivered.

“Jesse.”

I turned around. It was Doctor Mitchell.

“You want to come back to my place for a little outpatient care?” He smiled. I smirked.

“I’m not sure if my insurance will cover that, Dr. Mitchell.”

He chuckled. “It’s Casey. And no insurance is required.”

“Well, I’m not sure. I have to be at work in a few hours.”

“You’re not going to work. Dr.’s orders.”

I called in sick to work when we got to Casey’s apartment.

“I’m beat,” said Casey. “It was a long night. You must be exhausted. Want to get some rest?”

“That sounds good to me. I hadn’t been planning on being up all night in the emergency room.”

Casey showed me to his bedroom and we both got undressed. He pulled back the covers and I climbed in bed next to him. Casey wrapped his strong arms around me. Casey’s mat of chest hair tickled as he pulled me closer. I nodded off in the doctor’s arms only a few minutes later.

I’m not sure how long I was asleep, but when I woke up Casey was between my legs sucking my dick. I groaned in pleasure. Casey looked up and smiled.

“So, how’s the patient doing this afternoon?”

“I’m feeling much better.” I chuckled. “I’m a little thirsty, though.”

“You’re probably still a little dehydrated. I’ll get you some water.”

Casey got up and padded out of his bedroom. His erection bounced as he crawled out of bed, and I watched as his cute down-covered butt disappeared as Casey rounded the corner.

Casey returned a few minutes later with a glass of ice-cold water. I gulped it down. Casey stood next to the bed as I finished the water. I stared up at Casey’s hard cock. It was at least seven inches long. His cock was still hard. He was uncut. His fleshy cockhead poked out of his foreskin. My cock stiffened as I thought about gulping down his nice piece of meat.

Casey took the empty glass from me and set it down on the nightstand next to the bed. He crawled over me and hopped back into bed. Casey pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my shoulder. He nuzzled my neck. His lips seared a path down my neck and shoulders. The, my lips met his. His lips were full and moist. Casey forced his tongue into my waiting mouth. His tongue sent shivers of desire racing through me.

Casey reached up and cupped my face with his warm, soft hands. I stared deep into his hazel eyes. He gazed back into my eyes. His look was as soft as his caress.

“You seem to feeling much better,” he said.

My mouth curved into an unconscious smile. Casey ran his hand through my dark hair. His face split into a &endash;in. Two dimples formed in his cheeks.

I rolled on top of Casey, grabbing his strong shoulders. His arms encircled me. One of Casey’s hands rested in the small of my back. His breath was warm and moist against my face. My bare chest crushed against Casey’s hard chest. I felt my hard cock nestle between Casey’s legs.

“Oh, shit, Jack. You feel so good.”

I pressed my lips to Casey’s, sliding my tongue into his warm, soft mouth. Casey’s tongue played with mine. It wasn’t long before we were kissing passionately. I ground my hard cock into Casey’s groin as his tongue darted in and out of my mouth.

Casey rolled on top of me. His breath was clipped and uneven. I could hear my heartbeat hammering in my ears. Casey buried his face in my neck and began to nuzzle at my neck. He then caressed my sensitive, swollen nipples. His hand then slid across my taught belly. I felt Casey playing with the silver ring hanging in my belly button.

“How’s your stomach feel?” he asked. There was a gentle softness in his voice.

“It feels fine,” I said. I looked up at Casey and flashed a smile.

“How’s this feel?” Casey reached down and grasped my now hard cock in his hand. He slowly began to stroke my prick. I spread my legs wider and groaned at his touch.

Casey knelt between my legs and wrapped his fist around my swollen organ. He grabbed my balls in his other hand and squeezed the gently, rolling them around in his hand. Them he squeezed my cock a little harder and a large clear drop of precum dripped out of my piss-slit and down my shaft. Casey watched intently as my juice drizzled down my prick.

Casey clamped down on my cockhead and I thrust my hips forward, forcing my pole into his hot mouth. I pushed my cock in as far as I could. Casey swallowed my cock whole, taking me all the way to my pubes. I felt my cockhead pressing against the back of his throat. A few moments later, Casey let up on my throbbing fuckstick and swirled his tongue around my sensitive cockhead. Then he plunged down on my aching pole all the way down to my short hairs. Casey deep-throated me until I was thrashing about on the bed like a madman.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so fucking good.” I was already on the verge of cumming. Then Casey stopped. He took his mouth off my prick. A small thread of precum mixed with saliva strung, like a thread on a spider’s web, from my cockhead to his lips. I felt betrayed when he let up. I was ready to shoot my load. I grabbed my cock and wrapped my hand around my throbbing pole. I was determined to finish what Casey had started.

“No. Don’t,” said Casey. “I want your ass, man. You had me fucking nuts last night with your cute little butt hanging out of that hospital gown. I don’t care what you say. I need your ass.”

I wasn’t about to complain. After spending the entire night sick as I dog, I wanted Casey as much as he wanted me. I let go of my cock and lifted my legs. Casey reached down and grabbed my ass. He ran his finger up and down my sweat-slicked ass crack.

“Oh, fuck that feels good.”

Casey placed his hands on my quads and pushed my legs higher in the air. He leaned forward and began to lick my ass crack, running his tongue from top to bottom in the same route he had taken with his finger. I reached down with my hands and spread my ass cheeks wider. I wanted to give Casey full access to my asshole. He started to run his tongue in circles over my asshole. I could feel the sweat running down my ass crack. I shivered as Casey lapped it up.

I let out a groan when I felt his tongue dart through my sphincter. I felt my muscles relax and Casey continued to tongue-fuck my twitching hole.

“Come on, Casey. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“When I’m good and ready,” he said. Casey looked up and flashed the smile that had me melting the night before.

Casey went back to tonguing my ass. I felt my hole opening up. I was read to be pummeled by his manmeat.

Casey reached over me and grabbed a condom out of the nightstand drawer. I looked up at his broad chest and then down to the large throbbing cock that was hanging directly over me. His foreskin was bunched up behind his bulbous cockhead. It was slick with his sweat and precum. I took in a deep breath. Casey smelled of a mixture of sweat and sex–a musky smell. I could have laid there all day breathing in his aroma.

Casey scooted quickly back between my legs. I watched in anticipation as he tore open the foil condom package and slowly rolled the rubber down the length of his stiff meat.

I lifted my legs and Casey dove face first into my asscrack. He licked up and down my asscrack again before lubing and loosening me up for his big piece of meat.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

The only thing I could do was nod my head. Casey repositioned himself. He grabbed my legs and I lifted my ass higher. He pressed forward and I felt the fleshy knob of his cock at my manhole. He inched forward and it slipped through my sphincter. I let out a gasp. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that big piece of meat.

Casey persisted, slowly forcing his cock into my fuck-chute. I was overcome with the most incredible feelings as he jammed his cock up my ass. I laid there on my back looking up at Casey. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in heaven. He inched his cock forward and I soon felt his hairy, sweaty balls slapping against my asscheeks.

“Oh, fuck. You’re tight, Jack. Fucking tight.”

“Come on, Casey. Give it to me. Give it to me good.”

Casey slowly inched his cock back out of my chute, stopping when he reached his bulbous cockhead. He pushed back in, this time a little faster than the first. Our sweat covered bodies slipped against each other. My cock was dripping a heavy flow of precum, coating my stomach in a puddle of my juices.

Casey quickened his tempo. He pushed his dick, deeper and deeper inside me. I was growling underneath him. I lifted my hips as far as I could bring them, trying to meet every one of Casey’s thrusts. He relentlessly pounded my ass. Casey was now pulling his cock completely out of me and then slamming it right back in.

His cock raced in and out of my ass. I watched Casey’s muscles relax and contact with every thrust. Sweat ran down his chest. The room was filled with the smell of hot, steamy mansex. I felt a tingling sensation that seemed to rise from my toes and slowly spread down the length of my body.

While Casey pounded my ass, my cock slid across and jammed in my sweat covered abdomen. I felt my balls tightening up and a torrent of hot white fluid gushed across my stomach.

“O fuck, man. Oh, fuck.”

At the same moment, I felt Casey’s body tightening. He closed his eyes and gasped. He plowed into my ass one more time. I felt his body spasm. I knew he was cumming. I wrapped my legs around his back. Casey collapsed on top of me. He was gasping for breath. I could feel his cock softening inside of me. He slowly pulled out and removed the cum-filled rubber and tossed it in the trash can.

Casey looked down at me and smiled. “So, how you feeling now?”

I laughed. “I’m feeling great, Doc. You sure have some bedside manner.”

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