full length. Just like magic. Maybe a little release would do me good. A world of it. Get some endorphins pumping, pick up my mood, and pull my mind off the fucked-up events of the last forty-eight hours. Yeah. Quick release was exactly what I needed. Probably what the doctor would order.
But my coordination was pathetic, and I became increasingly frustrated when quick didn’t seem to be on the menu. I flicked through my mental back catalog of fantasies but kept coming back to an old favorite. Dirty doctor.
“Ugh…” My cock bucked in my hand when I remembered the way Derek looked with the stethoscope around his strong neck. “Okay, fine.”
Those thick hands of his had felt so good on me, comforting, caressing, kneading. What else could they do?
“Dirty doctor gets handsy?” My voice was raspy as I spoke to my cock.
My dick was hard but didn’t swell with excitement at the suggestion.
“Dirty doctor does a naughty examination?”
Nothing.
I grunted in frustration and I was about to give up on the whole thing when a vision flashed through my mind. My cock swelled, and I moaned and shuddered as pleasure washed through me, but I could barely believe how mundane the idea was. Derek, on his knees, taking me into his mouth. There wasn’t a stethoscope in sight, yet my thighs were quaking with the thought of it.
“Oh, fuck.” I squeezed my eyes tight. “Fuck, yes.”
The lines by his eyes crinkled as he smiled up at me as he pressed a soft kiss to the underside of my cock.
“Too romantic,” I hissed, but the image remained, and my balls pulsed with urgency.
Imaginary Derek swallowed my young cock in his mouth and moved with experienced, expert grace up and down my length, slurping and popping the head off his bottom lip until I was trembling, whimpering, ready to blow all over his tongue.
I gasped as my dick swelled, and I barely held myself back from the edge of orgasm. One more jerk and—
“Oh, fuck! Derek!” Fire rocked through me and shot after shot of cum erupted. I was high and buzzing with endorphins as the final shot burst from my cock, when the door flew open and Dr. Dish rushed in.
“Are you okay—whoa!” He had his eyes on my hand and what was in it. And watching him watch me kept my cock hard.
I gaped at him. “I uh—”
“Stress relief?” Oh, God. The smile. My dick twitched again.
“Ha. Yeah…” I slowly uncurled my fingers and expected my cock to flop, but it was still rock hard under his gaze.
Did he just lick his lips? Oh, fuck, he licked his lips.
His eyes met mine, pinned me in place. My pulse rocked and I met his gaze with just as much intensity. Energy buzzed in the mist from the shower, and I moved toward him as he stepped closer to me. He hovered at the edge of the spray, and if he came just an inch closer, I’d be able to taste his mouth. Just one…inch… He closed the gap, stepped into the water, and my head spun as he kissed me gently.
“Mm.” I fell forward, chasing his lips as he pulled away, and he put a hand on my waist to steady me while his eyes searched mine for something—consent? Arousal? Both were in abundance, and I pushed my mouth against his, hungry. I threw my arms around his neck and climbed him like a tree, until he held me up with an arm under my ass. He moaned into my mouth and slammed us back against the shower wall, and I pulled his wet shirt until the buttons snapped and I could explore his pecs. His hands were all over my sides, my shoulders, my hips and my chest, greedily feeling me up and moaning desperately like he’d been wanting to do it for days. He grabbed my ass, pulled me closer and moaned when my hard cock pressed into his abs.
This couldn't be real. Had to be a fantasy.
With a sharp inhale, I pulled back and looked at him, searching for those crinkled lines by his eyes and the romantic smile I’d pictured so I could come just before he’d burst in.
He froze for a moment. I opened my mouth to beg him not to stop, but he was already putting me down, and he pulled away. He stepped out of the shower, his hair soaked and dark, and he shook himself off like he’d just taken a swim in the