ROWDY PATIENT
You’re a big, loud, rich finance bro. Married. Two kids. Always the loudest guy in the room. But for months now, your cock wouldn’t work with your wife no matter how hard you tried. Frustrated as hell, you finally went to see this young doctor for your “erectile dysfunction.”
The second you walked into the exam room and saw him, something shifted.
He was handsome, calm, and built under that dark scrubs. The moment he looked at you with those steady eyes, your cock started twitching. You sat on the edge of the bed in just your underwear, heart pounding.
“Any recent stress?” he asked softly, sitting close.
You tried to act tough, but your dick was already getting hard just from his voice. He noticed. His eyes dropped to the growing bulge in your briefs.
“You seem to be responding well right now,” he said with a small smile.
Before you could think, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in. Your mouths crashed together. He tasted clean and warm. His hands were all over your thick chest, squeezing your pecs while you moaned into his mouth like a desperate slut.
You didn’t fight it. You let him push you back on the bed, yank your underwear down, and wrap his hot mouth around your throbbing cock. You groaned loud, hips bucking as he sucked you deep and sloppy, spit running down your balls.
“Fuck, Doc… that feels so good,” you growled.
He climbed on top of you, lubed his cock, and slowly pushed inside your tight ass. You gasped at the stretch, but the feeling of him filling you up made your eyes roll back. He fucked you deep and steady, kissing you the whole time, one hand stroking your cock.
You came first — hard — shooting thick ropes all over your abs while he kept pounding you. He didn’t stop. He flipped you over and fucked you again, harder this time, until you came a second time, moaning like an animal.
After he finally filled your ass with his load, you lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum.
“Fuck that was... Ugh... So I'm cured now,” you muttered, still dazed.
The doctor kissed your shoulder gently. “I think you’ll need a few more sessions before you can perform with your wife again.”
You nodded, already knowing you’d be back next week.
For now, this doctor is the only one who can make your cock work. And you’re starting to like it more than you should.
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