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“What’s with the doctor stuff?” I asked, and Dylan grinned at me. He was holding a white lab coat and had a stethoscope around his neck. He was also wearing one of those headlamps with the reflector, which was nothing a real doctor would wear, but like what you see in Marx Brothers or The Three Stooges movies. “It’s for you, love,” he replied, bending his head to one side and then to the other to insert the earpieces of the stethoscope. “C’mere.” “C’mere, what?” I asked, because I had no idea what he was talking about. I let him unbutton my shirt, though (I’d already taken off my tie) and let him reach down the neck of my undershirt to press that cold disc onto my chest. “It works!” he nodded at me, talking more loudly than usual because of the instrument in his ears. ‘I got it at a rummage sale,” he announced into my face, and I slapped it and him away. “Gross!” I dropped the coat he’d handed me to the floor. He took the ridiculous light off his head like he was gonna transfer it to mine and I whapped him away again. “What the fuck, bro?” I demanded. “You don’t know were that thing’s been.” “I do, too,” he laughed, letting the headlamp drop onto the coat and removing the equipment from his ears. “I went to undergrad with the guy who was selling the crap,” he smiled. “Med school didn’t work out, apparently.” He reached inside my shirt and moved his hands around on me, some, but it was hard for me to even let him touch me with all those estate sale germs on him. “Dude,” I scolded. “How ‘bout you wash those hands.” “You like me dirty,” he reminded me, looking at me so sexy I felt blood rush to my crotch, and if he’d still had that mechanism against my heart he’d have likely heard the whoosh of it as, within a heartbeat or two, my cock engorged and hardened. “Not that kind of dirty,” I scolded, meaning it, and I turned him around and marched him to the kitchen sink, where I helped him wash his hands, standing behind him and rubbing my erection against his taut ass the entire time. I kissed his neck, too, and he moaned some because he was getting all hot, too. “It’s this kind of dirty I like,” I told his skin, my lips moving against his shadowy whiskers. “Should we shave?” he asked, keeping his eyes closed. “You tell me,” I asked, and knelt behind him while I took down his pants. We’ve been living together for almost three years, and I’m an expert (if I do say so myself) at undressing this man. I unbuckled his belt as easily as if it were my own and that button and zipper were no barrier at all. In just one breath, his jeans were down to his ankles and I was moving my hand on his hard-on through his tight boxer-briefs. I dug my face into his ass-cheeks, breathing onto him through the material and turning us both on even more. He bent slightly, his big arms flexing as he gripped the sink, and I moaned right into his butt, knowing the vibration would excite him, too. “You need me to shave?” I asked. “I don’t want the stubble to bother you.” “I don’t want my stubble to bother you, either,” he was getting breathless, though, and I turned his hips around and ran my mouth over the front, using my tongue to entice him right through his shorts. “Oh God,” he held my head, pressing me against him. “You’re such a fucking tease.” “Shut up, dirty boy,” I scolded, “Give me that dick.” It was a joke. I mean, I really did want him to get his cock out, but we’re not ‘S and M’-ish at all, honestly, and we’re not usually too bossy with each other in bed even though we’re both fairly dominant personalities, sex-wise. He obeyed me, though, pulling out that beautiful boner and letting me lick it and hold it, isvecbahis then gasping when I took nearly the whole thing into my mouth, my nose pressing against his abdomen. “Take it,” he thrust it even deeper and I gagged a little bit but I’m in love with Dylan so I enjoy even that part, seriously. “Suck my whole cock,” he ordered, and I complied, moving my hand on his balls, too. His arms were mostly supporting him and he was still wearing his crewneck tee and his shoes, but while I blew him he stepped out of his flip-flops and removed his shirt to reveal his astoundingly beautiful body. “Lie down,” I ordered, because, like I said, I’m kind of dominant even if he is, too. He moved into the living room and I followed him, unbuttoning the sleeves of my shirt and shedding my clothes as I followed him. He lay naked on the couch with his feet on the floor and his dick stuck straight up, begging me to touch it again. I did, kneeling in front of him and wetting it all with my mouth while I moved up and down on him. I let one hand wander down to his anus and when I swirled my moist finger around he took his breaths even more deeply, moving his hard meat in my hand while I stroked him back there and got him ready to get even more ready. “Let me know if I need to stop to shave,” I reminded him, and my mouth was at his ass, licking, stroking, probing. He loved it so much he repositioned himself, slightly, so I could have better access to that part and so he could prop a pillow under his neck and watch me eat him. “You’re prickly,” he commented, but when I stopped he shook his head at me. “Don’t stop,” he said, even giving my head a half-push to encourage me to get back down there. I grabbed his right hand and gently brought it to his crotch, encouraging him to stroke himself while I concentrated on preparing his hole. He knew what that signal meant, certainly, and fervently pressed his ass at me when I thrust my tongue up in him. I slipped a finger in, moving in a beckoning motion to press the g-spot up inside while I rimmed him, simultaneously, gently lapping at his anus with my tongue. I petted his balls with my left hand, so softly, and he groaned, then, obviously with pleasure, and said, “Oh my God, that feels amazing.” “Come for me,” I whispered into his ass as I pressed a second finger deep into him and kept it in motion while I continued everything else with my other hand and my tongue and lips, too. “I’m gonna,’ he grunted, and it was happening as he announced it. His balls constricted in my hand just as the head of his dick swelled significantly and he stiffened, too, his shaft suddenly even harder than it had been a moment before. He rectum squeezed my hand tightly for several beautiful moments while he sighed a loud and long, “Ahhhhhh,” but then he bucked and gasped, suddenly, as the ejaculation rocked his system. I used my hand to help his body pump out cum, pushing upward as his ass and cock throbbed in glorious communion with one another and Dyl shouted with pleasure as semen gushed from him in big wet jets. “Ah…Ah…Ah!” he grunted, and warm joy filled my entire body when I heard that because I realized something right then – Dylan’s and my orgasms had started to sound alike. I hoped they felt alike, too, because the pleasure I experienced under Dylan was immeasurable and I wanted to make him feel that way, too. I slurped up his jiz, taking his still jumping penis into my mouth and sucking it gently, trying to milk every drop from the guy, and when I pulled my fingers out, slowly, Dyl started laughing out loud. “I love you,” he complimented me, and I can’t imagine wanting anyone more isveçbahis giriş than I wanted him right then. “Fuck me,” he whispered, and I could hardly wait to oblige him. “You feeling ready?” I asked, rubbing the head of my dick against his wet pucker, and he nodded at me, looking like he meant it everywhere but his limp dick. I bent toward him, though, and licked at his nipples for a long time while he gripped my erection hard, moving me against his soft cock until it woke up from its nap and started growing again. I turned him over then, so his gorgeous ass was peering right up at me, and he reached down to jerk himself, turning his face on the couch and bringing his straight arm under him to grasp his dick. Watching that motion, just seeing the muscles in his back weave against and through one another as he moved his hand on his cock, that alone was so sexy, just alone, that it almost made me come right then. I had to lean back on me knees, even, and remind my dick it wasn’t even in him yet by squeezing it so hard it practically turned purple in my fist. The second I was sure I’d regained control, I put it in him how I do, which is a little at a time to let his body become used to me before I start fucking in earnest, but it was super challenging, this time, not to just shove my cock deep in him with a big fast thrust. He appreciated it though, and I know that because he takes my ass sometimes too, and if it’s too painful, it’s not exciting or satisfying. “You okay?” I asked him, because I had him in front of me doggy style and couldn’t see his face. “Fuck me hard,” he said, and I started thrusting for real, but that was the beginning of the end for me. There was no holding off; it felt too amazing, and it seemed like I was only a couple of minutes into it when I felt that wondrous burn in my balls and knew my load was on it’s way. I yanked out fast – so fast that a blob of pre-cum that’d just left my dick squirted up in the air about six inches above his ass. I flipped him over forcefully and he was lost in it, sweaty and moving his hand rapidly over his stiff meat. He looked down at my tight red cock and he knew, immediately, that I was about to blow, and that thought excited him, for real. “Come in me,” he pleaded, never taking his eyes off my dick until I thrust it back into him and he looked me right in the eye. “Deep,” he begged, so I thrust down into him as far as I could, balls deep into his rectum as I shot blast after blast of cum into him and felt my whole load in there, slimy and warm around my pulsing cock. I loved watching my big dick throb into his hole and couldn’t take my eyes off that scene, honestly, especially since my sperm then spotted my cock as I moved in and out, which made me practically bark with pleasure, sincerely. “Ah…Ah…Ah!” I yelled, as the sensations pulsed through me in waves. Dyl was watching, too, watching my cum-smeared shaft pummel him, but then I stopped and stayed deep, and he pressed against me hard, too, to keep me there while his stomach muscles contracted in rhythmic spasms. He was beating off hard, and he grunted with both pleasure and relief as his hand forced another cream out of his reddened cock. His insides pumped on me when he ejaculated, and I was torn because I wanted that cock in my mouth, wanted that spunk globbing down into my throat, but I wanted to stay right where I was, too, experiencing his body as it orgasmed right there on me. How I resolved it was I stayed inside until we were both soft, then I licked that cock of his clean, making him giggle when I sucked at the pool of semen that filled his naval. “It’s for you,” isveçbahis yeni giriş he commented, and then he laughed when I looked up at him, confused. “The doctor’s outfit,” he reminded me. “It’s for you to wear Thursday.” I hadn’t thought of that, of course. I was a first year Middle School teacher, and it hadn’t actually occurred to me that I’d be expected to dress in costume on Halloween. “Thanks.” I was so grateful to have this guy looking out for me. He’d pulled me onto the couch, then, and laid his head on my chest. “I can hear your heart without any technology,” he commented, and I knew he could, too. “You always do,” I said, because it was the truth. *** “Try on that costume,” Dyl mentioned it while I was still waking up. We’d slept in my bed so he’d gone into his own room to grab a towel but then had come back through to make sure I was awake and to climb into the shower. I nodded at him but I didn’t really intend to do it, and when he got out of the shower I tried to lie to him about it. “Did you check it?” he asked, toweling off his muscular body and indicating the lab coat with his head. It was in a crumpled heap on the chair by my bed. I nodded but he knew I was full of shit because the thing was in exactly the same position it’d been before he went into the bathroom and so was I, still lying in my bed curled up sleepily. “C’mon,” he coaxed. “Just try it.” “It looks good,” he nodded at me approvingly. He’d stood there in his towel, watching me slip the lab coat on. “It feels big,” I commented, “but it’ll probably fit when I’m wearing clothes. I was still in my boxers. It was Saturday morning and it seemed stupid to me that we were even awake, but Dyl had a meeting with some client up at his law firm and I had a ton of papers to get graded, too, so it was probably good we hadn’t slept the day away. “Now you know it’ll work for Thursday,” he said, sipping at his coffee. I never think that far ahead about what I’m going to wear, and I felt stupid, to be honest, modeling the thing for him, but when I went to shrug the coat off, he shook his head at me. “No,” he said, putting his hand up a little, even, to stop the coat from falling off my shoulder. I was confused, momentarily, but then I saw he was hard, so quite suddenly this was kind of fun. “What’s up with this?” I asked, moving toward him where he stood leaning against the chest of drawers, holding a coffee mug. I placed my hand on his hard-on, but he flinched aside some, like he was embarrassed. “Nothing,” he said, but I told him it didn’t look like nothing to me, or feel like nothing under my hand. He was still in the towel, and watching him stone up was making me swell, some, too. He looked away from me, his face all red, and I was only trying to lighten him up when I brushed up against him and offered to examine him. I mean, because I was in the outfit and everything. “Okay,” he muttered, and finally I got it. “Oh!” It was like a light bulb turned on in my brain. “You want me to examine you?” “Yeah, okay,” he was talking really quietly. This wasn’t easy for him, probably, to talk about shit like this. I was no good at it either, so combined we were disastrous, usually. This, though, I understood. “I’ll need you to lie down, sir,” I pushed him sternly onto my bed. I could do this, no problem. “This won’t hurt a bit,” I assured him, turning his head like I was peering into his ears. I tugged at his eyelids, too, and made a serious face like I was interested in his eyeballs or whatever. “I’ll need you to disrobe completely,” I said, and I undid his towel, then, pulling it out from under him and holding it up at his waist. “Please hold the screen, sir,” I said, keeping my face serious even though Dylan was grinning at me. “My nurse is out today, so you have to hold this yourself.” I knelt, then, in front of him, taking in his lower body.

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