Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2000 11:43:56 EDT
From: DrThroat@aol.com
Subject: The Intern

So this will count as the usual disclaimer that ladi-dadi-dah, bara-bing
bara-boong, I heard nothing, I saw nothing, you can't prove anything!  If
you don't like what you are about to read, then you don't know what you are
missing.

For the rest of you, who are completely on-board with me: relax, sit back,
loosen up your pants and take them off, cause your cock will need plenty of
room during this story.  And if you ruin your keyboard because you got cum
all over it, you can thank me later for the much needed release.

As always, comments and input are always welcome at DrThroat@aol.com

THE INTERN

This story goes back a few years, right after I had graduated medical
school.  I was pretty open about my sexuality for most of the duration.
But as I discovered that I wanted to become a surgeon, I also found that
the world of surgery is very homophobic and narrow-minded.  That's why when
I started my surgical internship in Boston, I decided to keep things to
myself until I had a better assessment of the situation.  That was not that
hard since I was very straight-acting.

My first couple of months in Boston I was assigned to one of the community
hospitals in the suburbs.  On top of unbelievable hours, I had to commute
quite a bit.  I was always tired. And not knowing anybody in town and
feeling lonely did not help either.  Plus being in an away rotation, I
missed on all the new friendships that are formed in the new intern class.

So two months later, tired, lonely, and entirely too horny, I started at
the university hospital.  That place was HUGE!  And all those new faces!  I
felt that most of the other interns had formed a camaraderie, since they
all were so friendly already.

Well, whatever!  In no time I would be commiserating with them too.  For
now let's concentrate on the reason I was there to begin with: learn to be
a doctor.

Then the hero of our story entered my life.  I saw him on my third day in
the hospital.  I was on the patient ward, taking care of some stuff, as he
casually strolled by and sat in the nursing station with a patient chart on
his lap.  He was absolutely gorgeous!  To die for!  George Clooney
look-alike, except from a Nordic background.  Straight, dark light brown
hair, with that Caesar do, complemented his round baby face.  The
ocean-blue eyes perfectly matched the surgical scrubs he was wearing.  The
V-neck revealed a gentle tuft of hair covering well-developed pecs.  The
rest of his torso was very athletic.  In short, the man was exuding the
kind of strong masculine features which drive me wild.  I couldn't help but
stare the whole time he was seated there.  Good thing he never looked up,
because I had totally forgotten what I was doing, and had immersed myself
in his presence.

Finally he finished the note he was writing.  He got up and left in the
other direction.  That gave me a perfect shot of his ass.  And I absorbed
as much of that view I could until he turned around the corner.

WOW! I knew I was horny.  But my reaction to this guy was completely
unnatural.  I practically swallowed him whole, just using my eyes.

I can't remember the last time I was so overwhelmed by a guy at first
sight. The worst part of the story is that this was not some chance
encounter on an exotic beach.  This guy works in the same hospital; I will
see him again and again, and I hope I can better maintain my composure the
next time.

The next time turned out to be the next day.  I was on the wards again,
doing some task or another.  I heard loud laughter of a group of guys from
down the hall.  I looked up to see who it was.  It was a group of interns
from one of the other services, and our "hero" amongst them.  This was the
first time I heard his voice.  Strong and confident, yet with a gentle and
familiar tone.  And the way he interacted with his colleagues, it was as
though I yearned to be part of his group.

Once again I couldn't help but stare.  They each grabbed a chart or two,
and wrote their notes.  The whole time I was just fixed on him.  I followed
every single movement of his.  When he finished with his note and returned
the chart to the rack, he threw a quick glimpse in my direction.  I don't
know if he knew I was staring the whole time.  For the first time I got a
good look of his gorgeous eyes.  Then, he just joined the rest of his team
and they all continued on.

You know, I can't act like this.  Like some horny teenage boy going ga-ga
over his idol.  I am a professional, and need to act that way.  Yet, as
soon as I got home I stripped and jerked off to the fantasy of me and him
on a deserted island together.

The next day I bumped into him in the cafeteria.  I was already having
lunch with the guys on my team.  Then he and his team appeared with their
trays.  They sat two tables down from us.  Which gave me a perfect and
unsuspecting view of him.  Once again I was drowning in a sea of staring
and salivating.  Once again he suddenly glimpsed in my direction, and
caught me staring at him.  Fuck! I need to better control myself.

And this kind of awkwardness went on for a few weeks.  In the meantime I
managed to find out who he was.  I went to the nursing station that had the
composite pictures of all the interns.  His name was Thomas.  He was an
urologist.  Believe me, the irony of the situation was not lost on me.  AN
UROLOGIST!  This guy wants to specialize in diseases of dicks and prostate.
On many lonely nights I convinced myself that I was going to fake some
disease and go to his clinic, only so I could get check by him.  But come
next morning common sense would kick in.

In the meantime, I also learned that he was married.  I saw the wedding
ring on his finger.  I also overheard him, on one of my spying escapades,
discussing this or that thing about his wife and how she was adjusting to
his terrible work hours.

It was a pretty miserable being.  I needed my daily dose of gawking at him,
so to satisfy my urges.  And I am definitely sure that he knew I was
looking at him.  I actually felt bad for him.  He was just this regular
guy, minding his own business at work, while this pervert faggot (me) made
him very uncomfortable.

Then one Monday morning, I didn't see him.  I looked for him in all the
usual places.  Nope, gone!  Come Tuesday, still no Tom to be found.
Wednesday, same thing.  I wanted to go up to one of his teammates and ask
what happened to him.  I was going to be devastated if he got shipped to
another rotation at one of the other hospitals.  Thursday, Friday, and I
was still lost as to what happened to him.  A horrible weekend of jerking
off followed.

The next Monday morning he was back.  My man was back!  And boy, he looked
FINE!  He must have been on vacation the week before.  He was sporting a
nice tan, and his brown hair had tuned a nice shade of gold.  And he had
found this leather necklace with a couple of beads in the center.  The
whole look, complemented with the blue scrub suit and the white lab coat,
yummy!  As if before I had problems keeping from staring at him, now it was
going to be impossible.  I could just imagine myself attacking him in a
moment of weakness and ripping everything off of him and feasting on
everything he got.

That afternoon I had some regular hospital work to take care of.  The large
soda I had during lunch finally hit my bladder and I needed to go.  I
entered the men's room at the end of the floor, and right away I was frozen
in my place.  It was him, Tom, who had just situated himself by one of the
two urinals.  I heard the first splash of his piss hit the stall.  Now, I
have stage-freight with public urination to begin with, but doing it next
to Tom, it was impossible.  I was contemplating leaving the bathroom and
avoiding any embarrassment.  But it was too late.  I think he had seen me
enter.  If I didn't act cool and approach the other urinal next to him, I
was going to make things even worse.  Slowly, I walked over to the empty
urinal, as he continued to pee.  I opened my zipper and took out my cock.
Boy, the thought of both of our cocks out in the open next to each other,
wow!  He was still peeing, and my cock was getting stiff instead of letting
out some piss.

I'm not into water sports at all.  But at that moment in time I would give
anything if he would just turn around a quarter of the way and piss all
over me instead of wasting it all in the urinal.  And my cock was just
getting stiffer.  In fact, I kinda had to conceal it so that the length and
the angle would not give it away.  He finally finished peeing and tucked it
in.  He gave me that politically correct nod as he left the men's room.  By
now, the scent of his urine had filled the bathroom, and I had a raging
hard on.  There was only one thing I wanted to do.  I relived that moment
in my head, with both of our cocks out in the open, and jerked off
intensely right there into the urinal.  I came so hard, it must have
cracked the porcelain of the urinal.

That evening I was on call.  Finally, by 11'ish I finished all I had to
take care of and headed to the call room.  As I headed to my assigned room
for the night, I saw Tom coming from the other direction.  I was wondering
where he was headed to.  As I got to my room and opened the door, it was
evident that he was also on call and assigned the room next to me.  As he
opened his door to go in, again he gave me that politically correct nod
that acknowledges my existence, yet tells me how uncomfortable he was.  We
both went into our respective rooms.  This was too much.  Knowing that he
was going to spend the night in the room next to me.

This was definitely a cause for celebration.  As soon as I locked the door
behind me, I whipped out my cock to stroke it.  I turned on the TV to
conceal any moaning sounds I was going to make.  As it turned out, it was
the night that the Berlin Wall came down, and they had live coverage.

I spread on the bed, relived our encounter in the men's room, and stroked
my cock.  Just then I heard this loud vibrating sound from next door,
accompanied by the walls shaking.  This lasted a half a minute, and it
stopped.  I resumed my stroking.  Then there was a knock on the door.
Shit!  I tucked my cock back in and went to the door.

I was definitely not ready for what was waiting on the other side of the
door.  It was Tom.  But not just like I had seen him before.  Let me
describe, and you'll be amazed I didn't pass out with lust.  He was looking
on the floor as he was waiting for me to open the door.  So naturally I
looked down too.  He was barefoot.  His freshly tanned toes showed a nice
contrast to where the straps of his sandals hugged him.  Hairy strong
calves were attached to those masculine ankles.  Above his knees, there was
a standard white hospital towel wrapped around his waist.  His torso was
naked.  Fine cover of masculine hair on a bed of tanned chest.  He was
built, yet had a hint of baby fat on his belly.  This makes a man so much
more desirable to me, knowing that he is not some Adonis, but a human being
after all.  His left nipple was decorated with a gold ring!  A strong neck
attached everything to his head.  And just as I had finished taking in all
that beautiful view, he turned his head up, and his eyes met mine.  I had a
lop-sided smile on.  He was carrying with him a bag of toiletries.

"Ah, hi, my name is Tom.  I don't believe we've been introduced before.  I
am one of the Urologists."

"Ha...  Hi.  Uh, I...  I'm Jason.  Nice to meet you."

"Sorry to interrupt (he had no idea that what he had interrupted was a JO
session with him as the main character, so that technically, he was not
interrupting, but making an appearance).  I was going to take a shower in
my room, but something with the piping is wrong.  I was wondering if it
would be OK if I used your shower instead?"

"Oh sure.  Come in."

I held the door open and let him walk in.  As he walked past me I got a
chance to sniff his nakedness and check him from the back.

"What are you watching?" He was referring to the rather loud TV.

"Oh, it's the news."  I really had no idea what was on.  Then I remembered
it was the thing with the wall.  "The Berlin Wall is coming down."

"Really, the Russians gave up, huh?"  He gazed at the TV, taking in the
events, as I got a chance to gaze at him an take him in.

"Do you mind if I watch this with you.  This is pretty exciting stuff."

I bet you this was exciting all right.  He sat on the edge of the bed,
staring directly at the TV.  I sat on the chair across from him.  I was
already feeling a twitch or two in my dick.  He kept staring at the TV,
allowing me to steal glances him, while I pretended to watch the TV.

"Isn't it amazing to see the major events happening across the world right
here on TV?" He asked.  I was thinking to myself, who cares what is
happening across the world, the events in this room right now are pretty
intense to me.  We didn't exchange too many words, as he looked mesmerized
by the scenes on the tube.

After a few minutes, he leaned back still on the edge of the bed.  So now,
he was laying with his torso across the bed, and his neck bent so that his
head rested on the wall behind the bed.  This made his knees spread wide as
his groin got propped up.  I stole another glance at him.  I looked under
the towel.  His whole groin was exposed, but because of the poor lighting I
couldn't see a thing there.  Damn.  I could only make that something looked
like it sparkled down there.  Was it my imagination?

Then I stole another glance to see if I could make out what was really
under the towel.  Something definitely sparkled there.  I couldn't make it
out.  I tried to focus, but it didn't help.  I kept staring and staring,
trying to see his cock and find out what part of it actually sparkles.

I must have lost track of time.  I must have been staring for hours.
Suddenly I looked up.  He was looking straight at me the whole time.  Oh,
shit!  Fuck!  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  I was staring at his groin, and he found
me out.  I just froze in my place, trying to figure out what to do.  He
just looked back intensely.  I was expecting him any moment to get up and
leave, with the possibility of beating the crap out of my faggot ass on the
way out.

The stand-off of eye contact continued.  Finally, he took the first move.
He smiled!  He fucking smiled!  With that he grabbed the tucked-in corner
of the towel and uncovered himself for me.  He was into it.  HE WAS FUCKING
INTO IT!!!

I found out what was sparkling.  His rod was pretty long even with no
excitement.  He was hooded.  And at the edge of his foreskin, there was
another golden ring.  His whole equipment rested on top of two healthy
balls, propped up on top of two muscular thighs.  That sight was to die
for.

Then he started touching himself.  He grabbed the nipple with no ring and
started to roll it between his fingers.  He concentrated on this for a few
moments, giving it his full attention.  This was, apparently, enough
stimulation to excite him.  His cock swelled up in the meantime.  By now he
was at full attention, and what a beautiful sight it was.  Straight out and
up.  Thick manmeat, no bends or curves.  No veins, just a tower of glory.
He grabbed his ready cock with his right hand and started stroking it.  He
must have known what he was doing to me at this point.

Then he looked up at me.  With his left hand, he motioned for me to come
over using two fingers, on a background of the same lop-sided smile I had
seen before.  I was so glad to be invited to be part of the party.  I got
up from the chair and walked to his side of the room.  I positioned myself
between his knees, as they hung from the edge of the bed.  Then,
instinctively, I knelt on the floor.  Now my head was in between his knees.
I waited for a sign from him.  Something to let me know this was not just a
show.

He stopped stroking his rod.  Instead, he held it at the base and pointed
it toward me.  Hesitantly, I lowered my head toward his member.  As I
approached him, I opened my mouth.  I looked up, and he was still focused
on his cockhead, waiting for it to be engulfed by me.  I lowered myself
some more, opened wide, and had his whole 8 inches in me before I closed my
mouth on it.  This was the first time I ever had touched him.

I had him.  I had him in my mouth.  Not more than half hour ago I was
jerking off and fantasizing having him.  And now he is in my bed, with his
beautiful cock way up my throat.  Was I still dreaming?  Was this real or
still part of the fantasy?

No, it was real.  Had to be.  But I wasn't going to let the glory of the
moment get to my head.  I had a task at hand, and that was to pleasure
Tommy.  I got busy.  I gave him a BJ like he never had before.  He tilted
his head way back, put his hands on the side of his thighs, and moaned
loudly like it was going out of style.  Then he took his left hand and
played with the nipple ring to stimulate himself.  Meanwhile, the ring on
his cock helped me tingle his glans while I worked the shaft with my tongue
(a trick I had learned in college [different story, I'll tell you later]).
I could feel his ecstasy escalating.  His cock was dripping tons of precum
in my mouth, and I took it all.  His breathing got heavier.  His whole body
broke into a sweat like he just stepped out of the shower.

And then, he released it.  He thrust hi pelvis deep into me, yelled, and
shot.  I counted at least eight spurts, then I lost count as I tried to
swallow all the bounty I was given.  I clasped his buttocks and gave his
cock extra suction as he finished squirting.  He was exhausted; I was
overjoyed.  He just collapsed where he lay.  Not a word for at least five
minutes as he enjoyed the moment.  I simply leaned back on the floor and
admired the sight, and the flavor that still lasted in my mouth.

Finally, he looked up at me.

"I believe you wanted to take a shower," I said.  I don't know why, but
right then both of us burst into a loud laughter.  I laughed so hard I
almost tasted his cum again in my mouth.  After at least two minutes of
laughter, we slowed down.

He got up and stood in front of me, in his naked glory.  His groin was
towering over me, on the background of his beautiful face.  He stared me in
the eyes.  I had no idea what he was up to.  He extended his hand to me,
with the palm up, and said softly: "Would you care to join me?"

WOULD I EVER?!  "Would I ever?!," I said to him.  I put my hand in his
hand, and he pulled me up to my legs.  Now I stood directly in front of
him.  Eye to eye.  Nose to nose.  Lip to lip.  I looked him in the eyes,
and knew what I wanted.  I closed my eyes and leaned forward.  I prepared
my lips, and was delighted to be greeted by another set of lips.  We made
electrical contact.  I squeezed his lips, and then parted them with my
tongue.  I loved this moment.  We kissed passionately on and on.

Then, he needed to come up for air.  He paused, and said: "Time for the
shower."  He grabbed my hand in his and pulled me with him in the direction
of the bathroom.  We went in.  He stepped into the shower stall and I
followed.  It was tight in there, and that is the way I liked it.  He
turned the water on.  He stepped under it and pulled me in with him.  Our
lips naturally met again and engaged in passionate kissing.  The steamy
water poured over us as we lost contact with the real world.  Once again,
he needed to pause.

"I want you to wash me," He said.  I was so excited.  In all my years, I
don't think I had ever washed a lover before.  I grabbed the bar of soap
and laid it on his chest.  I made circular moves as the lather built up.  I
moved to the other chest.  This was way good.  I loved this.  I followed
with the soap to his belly.  The hair on him made the lather even thicker.
I loved that creamy sensation under my fingers.  I rubbed him all over.  I
washed down his hips, going down on either side of his cock so not to look
so eager.  Just as I was beyond the reach of my hand, he turned around.

"Wash my back."

I put the soap on his shoulder.  Such manly, broad shoulders.  So smooth,
tanned, and soft to touch.  And it was mine now.  I washed those shoulders
well.  I traced the soap bar to his back. I traced his spine, his flanks.
I got to the curve of his butt.  I washed each buttcheek.  I slowly teased
the soap bar in between the cheeks.  I didn't know if this was a welcome
territory.  It is one thing if a married man wants to get his dick sucked
by a gay man, since we can outdo a woman any day.  But playing with his
butt, now that is very personal.  I rolled the soap bar in between in
crack.  So far so good.  Then the soap slipped and dropped to the floor.
There was enough moisture there to keep me going.  I found his rosebud and
massaged it.  It was tight, baby.

And then I took a faithful leap.  I slipped one finger in.  Just as I did
that, he gasped, jumped forward in reflex so that my finger slipped out.
Shit!  I had gone too far.  He was not ready for this.  Fuck!

To my amazement, he put his two palms on the shower wall, leaned his torso
forward, spread his legs, and exposed his ass to me.  That was all the
invitation I needed.  I put my hand in his crack again.  I found his
rosebud.  I circled it a few times.  Then entered.  The sphincter was
tight.  Inside, the warmth was so inviting.  I pushed all the way in and
found his prostate.  I massaged it.  He started moaning again.  I knew I
had found his soft spot now.  I continued to massage his insides, and he
loved it.  So did I.  After a while, I figured he was ready for a second
finger.  I pushed another one in slowly.  I was now able to roll his
prostate in between my two fingers.  This sent him into overdrive.  In
addition to his moans, I could see his stiff prick dumping gallons of
precum all over the shower floor.  I got this going for a while, as I was
probably enjoying this moment more than him!

After a few minutes, he looked back at me and said: "Are you going to
finger me all night, or fuck me like a real man?"

Wow!  This was more than I ever dreamt for.  He was inviting me to fuck
him.  He wanted my cock in him.  To explore him, be one with his bowels.

I withdrew my fingers.  I positioned myself between his legs, put one hand
on his back to make him bend over even more, and grabbed my cock with the
other hand.  I pointed my pecker to his crack.  His rosebud, visible
between his buttcheeks, was still pulsating from my massage.  I put my
glans next to his hole, took a deep breath, and pushed in.  Damn, this boy
was tight.  I forced my way past his sphincter.  Once I was past his
sphincter, the most amazing thing happened.  His bowels exerted a suction
effect on my cock and pulled my in involuntarily.  I felt like I was being
sucked in by him.

"Like that trick?" he said.  Boy, this guy is a professional slut!  Despite
the suction, I managed to pull out halfway, and start fucking him.  It was
the sweetest ass I have had in a long while.  Tight, moist, and inviting.
Plus, having Tom attached to it was all the bonus that one could ask for.
I fucked him.  I fucked him real good.  He started his loud moaning again.
This guy was noisy!  That only got me to fuck him harder.  I fucked him and
fucked him.  And he kept doing the suction thing inside him.

Then I knew I was going to climax.  I yelled: "I'm going to cum!"

"Me first."  He raised his torso, while still moving to my fucking motions.
He squirted the shower wall several times without even had touched himself
this whole time.  Squirt after squirt it came out and dripped from the
wall.  This scene by itself was enough to make me cum.  And I did.  I
erupted.  As soon as he felt the first squirt inside him, he put both his
hands behind my head and brought my head forward.  He turned his head, and
our lips met.  I finished my cumming as we frenched again.  I was spent and
exhausted.

A few years have passed since then.  Tom and I became very good friends, as
you may guess why.  Many times we were able to sneak into the call rooms
and get it on.  But that is not the surprising part of the story.  It turns
out that Cathy, his wife, is also into it.  I have been in countless
three-ways with them.  Tom's favorite position is me fucking him as he
fucks his wife.  He says that the stimulation is intense with double
pleasure in that position.  He is right.  I have been the lunchmeat in many
such sandwiches too.  Cathy's favorite position is when Tom and I lay on
the bed and make out, while she blows both of us at the same time.  Then we
both take turns fucking her and each other.  Boy, I'm glad I met Tom (and
Cathy).


So, again, this whole thing is fiction.  No animals were hurt in the making
of this short story, but yours truly did have to stop a few times and take
things into his own hand, if you know what I mean.....

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