The Clinic

At eighteen, I had finished school and found myself without much of a purpose. My friends were all leaving for college or disappearing into their own lives as so often is the case when people leave school and I had little to do with my spare time.

My dream had always been to play soccer professionally and it had been a realistic one too, until an injury at sixteen left me with the bitter realisation that I would never play again. It was around that time when I decided to apply to work with the local sports injury clinic.

I had naively assumed that my own experience with sport injury would be enough to get me through the door, but I was quickly disabused of the notion when the receptionist scoffed at me. All was not lost however, as I was offered something similar to an internship.

By this, I mean that I was essentially the clinic's slave and I was paid in experience, which wasn't very glamorous at all. It did mean however, that once the year was up, I would be almost guaranteed a full time job, so I sucked it up and began.

I can't say that it was the most exciting job I've ever had, considering that the first two months were spent helping the receptionist print and photocopy documents. It was clear to see that I was more of an annoyance to her than a help, so I was moved to the waiting rooms where I was essentially a waiter for the many athletes that came through our doors.

It was during my time here that I had an awakening of sorts. Up to that point, I had strangely never really considered what my sexual orientation was. Like most people, I had just assumed that I was straight. I admittedly lived a very sheltered life during my childhood, and it was because of that, that being gay was not only a mortal sin in my eyes, but something that had never even crossed my mind.

It was three o' clock on a Thursday evening when one of the most attractive men I had ever laid eyes on walked into the reception. He was like a prince from a fairytale, if fairytales contained large, muscular beefcakes with dark features and a bulge that made me salivate.

I watched from the waiting room as he leaned over the desk to our receptionist and began flirting instantly. Alyssa seemed to be just as captivated as I was as the young sportsman grinned and joked. For the first time in my life, I felt a rush of envy that the strikingly handsome man wasn't giving me attention and instead, was swooning over fucking Alyssa!

As I watched, I could feel my cock swell in my pants. It was one of the strangest experiences of my life, considering I had never once looked at a male the way I was looking at him. I recall holding the sweeping brush with one hand and adjusting my aching boner with the other, and at the very same time, Alyssa stood up, pointed directly at me and the man turned and watched as I grabbed my crotch.

Naturally, Alyssa was simply pointing the way to the waiting room. Unfortunately however, she had just made it look like I was staring at the man and jerking off. My face turned beetroot red and I scarpered out of sight, embarrassed and humiliated.

I began sweeping furiously as the sound of the door opening filled the room. Would it be rude not to turn to greet him? Would greeting him be even weirder after what had just happened?

"Hello" he called as he walked confidently inside and took a seat.

I felt ridiculous, but the room was empty besides the two of us, so I knew he was talking to me.

"Oh... Hi" I said, stealing a quick glance back at him.

He sat with his legs spread and his shorts almost tearing at the seams. His thick muscular thighs did little to help my stiffening cock, nor did his large arms or chiselled face.

"Is it long?" He asked and my body drained.

I turned back to him, part of me excited and another part nervous. He certainly didn't look gay, and yet he was asking me about my cock! I opened my mouth to answer, not fully sure what the answer would be, when he continued.

"It's just I have a game at five, so I can't really wait around, y'know?" He smiled

I felt ridiculous again.

"It should only be a few more minutes" I smiled sadly "he's just finishing up with another patient".

Damn, how could I be so fucking stupid, but how still was I fucking feeling like this? For a man!

The room turned painfully silent as I continued sweeping nothing. Eventually, Dr. Randez appeared and his other patient left.

"Mr. Carter?" He smiled at the stunning man who stood up and walked toward him.

I took the opportunity to glance over at his plump ass. It was just as perfect as the rest of him.

"David?" Dr. Randez said, waking me from my gaze. "I'd like you to assist today".

I wasn't too sure whether I'd been cursed or gifted by the chance, but I didn't give myself too long to work it out and soon I found myself in Dr. Randez's room where Mr. Carter was now laying on the bed.

I couldn't help but stare at as much of his body as I could see and it didn't take long for my boxers to become slick with pre-cum.

"So what exactly is the problem, Jake?" Dr. Randez asked.

"Not sure, Doc. I think I've pulled something. My calves are killing me".

I watched as the old doctor shuffled across the room and began pressing his gloved fingers into the flesh of Jake's calves. Fuck, it felt like my balls were going to explode. If I had just gone to college like everyone else, I could have been a doctor and it would be I who was feeling Jake's perfect body instead of some old dude.

The exam took less than ten minutes, with Dr. Randez calling me closer a couple of times to show me what he was doing. I don't remember a single word that he said, but I do remember watching as he ran his hands up Jake's thighs until they reached his groin, pushing his shorts out of the way until I could see his crisp white underwear.

"It looks like a simple case of Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness" Dr. Randez smiled "some rest will help and perhaps a massage".

Jake nodded and sat up.

"Excuse me" the doctor said, standing up "I must run, but David here will show you to the door".

Without a pause, Dr. Randez disappeared from the door and left Jake and I alone once more.

"They always say the same thing" he laughed as he stood up and winced "DOMS, but I've been getting it for years! I suppose I'll give the massage thing a go"

"Oh" I smiled politely "yeah, that's probably a good idea".

I felt like an idiot. Jake looked little more than a couple of years older than me and yet he was the pinnacle of manliness and I was a skinny little runt.

"Are you alright there?" I heard him ask and turned around.

He was pointing directly at my crotch and as I followed his finger, I found a large dark patch where my erect cock had been dribbling pre-cum.

"Aw fuck" I hissed, turning away from him "I uh... I spilled something..."

Jake didn't answer and I simply stood there with my back to him, waiting and praying that he would just leave.

"You must have enjoyed the show" he grinned behind me but I could hear him walking and continued to pray that he would go.

There was silence for a moment before I heard the click of the lock and turned quickly.

He stood at the door, a smile across his face and his hand on the lock.

"Um... I... I uh..." I stuttered, trying to find words.

"I don't usually do this" Jake whispered "but it's been a while, and I guess you'll do".

With those words, I watched in awe as he lifted his shirt over his head and revealed the most amazing body I had ever seen. Despite my heart exploding in my chest, I could feel my tool swell again.

Jake reached down, yanking his tight shorts off and stood up wearing nothing more than his trainers and a pair of boxers.

I stared at the bulge. It looked almost menacing, like a coiled up serpent, but I couldn't steal my eyes from it. He reached into the waistband and slowly slid them down.

I couldn't quite believe what was happening. Not ten minutes ago, I was drooling over this man, and now I was standing feet from him and he was almost completely naked.

"Well?" He shrugged "aren't you going to suck it?"

I had nothing to say. What could I say? Of course I was going to suck it, but my mind still hadn't concluded how on earth we had gotten to this point.

I simply nodded and walked toward him.

I could smell his cologne. It was strong, like he was, but I could smell his scent too, his manly scent, perhaps it was fresh sweat from working out, or maybe it was just the way naked men smelled, I didn't know, but as I reached him, I didn't care.

"Have you done this before?" He asked, taking hold of the base of his thick but flaccid cock and shaking it up and down.

I shook my head.

"No teeth" he whispered and I felt his thick hand on my shoulder, pushing me to my knees.

Within an instant, his long cock was inches from my face. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and pressed his soft fleshy tool against my lips.

"Come on" he hissed "I don't have long".

Instinctively I opened my mouth and he pushed himself inside. I felt him swell quickly, as more of his soft cock filled my mouth. For a moment it felt as though I was suffocating, but I didn't quite care. I wanted to taste him, to feel him slide down my throat.

It twitched in me, once, twice, three times. He was straining to become erect which made it clear that he would have certainly preferred it to be Alyssa on her knees rather than me, but once again I didn't care.

I began sucking blindly, having absolutely no idea what I was supposed to be doing, but I soon learned that licking his rod caused him to stiffen every time.

I licked and sucked, lapped and tongued until Jake was fully erect and his cock had plunged deep into my throat.

I could feel saliva dripping down my chin as I gagged and spluttered. Would Alyssa or Dr. Randez hear me? The thought made my own cock twitch.

Jake had now released his tool and was holding my head with both hands as he began to push himself in and out of my mouth. I could taste his juice as it began dribbling onto my tongue. It was salty, but not overpowering. I swallowed it every chance I got, feeling his pre-cum slide down my neck as he continued to fuck my face.

His balls began slapping against my wet chin, slap, slap, slap. Over and over again. I soon learned how to breathe as Jake continued slamming his large rod down my throat and my nose was repeatedly buried in a thick bush of pubic hair.

I heard him grunt and as quickly as it had started, it stopped and he stood back.

I knelt there, my mouth drooling and my eyes watering as his wet cock twitched before me.

"Bend over the bed" he breathed, pointing to the one he had just been lying on.

The idea of being fucked had never crossed my mind. Not even while I was sucking his cock, but now it became everything I ever wanted. I stole a glance out the window of the door. I could see Alyssa in the distance, but she seemed preoccupied and so I stood nervously and walked to the table.

I bent over it awkwardly, resting my face exactly where Jake's perky ass had been not long before and felt my trousers and briefs being ripped down with considerable force.

I'd never been exposed like this before. Sure, I'd showered with people but my cock was spilling liquid and my ass was pointed upwards now and it was a strange feeling indeed.

Jake was evidently not one for foreplay. I felt his hands on my waist and could hear the sound of sloshing as he began pumping his wet cock.

"Will it hurt?" I asked nervously, having not considered that until now.

I waited for an answer, but it never came.

I felt a finger slide into me and winced as it did. I wouldn't call it painful, but Jake was certainly not the gentle kind as he began poking and prodding my insides. I listened as he spat a mouthful of saliva between the cheeks of my ass and felt as he began fucking it inside me with his thick finger.

It was clear that he didn't care much whether I would enjoy the experience. He was doing this for him, and him only, and the thought made me shake with pleasure.

Eventually I felt his engorged helmet press against my puckering ring. It was as wet as it could be without lube and as his hands grasped my waist, I winced in pain.

My hole fought hard against the intruder, squeezing in defence as he rammed against me, but the harder I squeezed, the harder he pushed until a blinding pain ripped through me and his cock head slipped inside.

"ARGHH!" I roared but my mouth was quickly filled with a pair of crisp white boxer shorts.

It wasn't like the stories, where I quickly became used to the sensation and began enjoying it immensely. No, it hurt and it continued to hurt as he pumped the rest of his veined cock into my bowels.

I writhed and squirmed as he held me in place with his strong hands until finally I felt his body against mine.

The pain continued, intensifying as he pulled out and slammed in again. I growled into his underwear. He did it again, faster now which hurt even more. Damn, how do people enjoy this? Again, and again, and again. My hole felt as though it was being torn, but a moment later, his leaking cock pressed against something inside me and it felt like a wave of pleasure rippled through me.

I moaned into his boxers. This was it. This was why people got fucked.

He grunted and groaned as he continued plowing me. The sound of wet squelching mixed with our bodies clapping and our moans and groans filled the room. He was fucking me fast, so fast that I could barely breathe.

His fingers were digging into my soft flesh as his thick cock penetrated me deeply. It no longer hurt and I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven.

I don't know how it happened, or why it happened but my balls began to swell and I moaned into my gag as my body began to convulse, my toes curled, my muscles tensed and my untouched cock began to expel rope after rope of thick, creamy cum into my boxers around my ankles.

Jake wasn't through with me though. He was fucking me furiously now, his grip tightening as he destroyed my once-tight hole. I felt him stiffen even further, his cock became somehow larger inside me and then it happened.

He groaned almost angrily, slowing down but becoming more aggressive with each thrust. It hurt again now, his cock seemed to be smashing against something deep inside me as a huge wave of hot cum plastered my insides.

He groaned once more, smashing harder still. Another splash of cum burst into me. Again, and again. My insides were filling up rapidly as my own cock continued to spill strings of cum, until finally he stepped back and my hole remained open, red and ruined.

I simply lay there breathless as Jake stepped toward me again and wiped his leaking tool against the cheek of my ass.

It had been amazing. More than amazing. I had no words to describe how utterly fulfilled I felt and I waited for him to speak, perhaps to arrange it again, but the only thing I heard was the door being unlocked and when I looked around, Jake Carter was gone and I stood there, my hole sloshing with his seed and my boxers destroyed in mine.