Erotic short. An inmate at a rehabilitation centre satisfies his urges with the visiting doctor.
1.2k, rated E, cis M/M. Just skin hunger, age difference, blowjobs, and praise.
He’s been in the place for a year and six months and he hasn’t touched anybody the whole time. The fact that it’s not a real prison, that it’s a fucking rehabilitation camp or whatever the fuck, which means that he has to go to counselling sessions instead of walking in the yard, and there’s no bars on his windows, but he’s still trapped here in the middle of nowhere.
He’s got another year left, at least, soldering circuit boards and gardening and talking about his fucking feelings and not doing drugs — and that last one is brought up all the time, even though he’s never done any drugs in his life, unless you count weed and poppers.
He’s going crazy in this place, where there are other gay guys, but they’re all twenty-somethings like him, and none of them exactly do it for him. The ones that are shy are boring immediately, wilt like flowers as soon as he so much as looks at them; the ones that aren’t are no good in bed, and he can tell that just by sight, that they’ll jab awkward and fast with their cock because they think that’s the same as fucking someone hard or fucking them well. There’s one or two that he could probably ride — the straight, curious lads, or the big ones that are virgins and would be grateful for the attention — but what he wants, really, is someone…
Someone like he’s used to.
Someone older, gentler, sweetened by experience.
He can tell what the doctor is even before he looks at the cut on Ray’s arm and clucks his tongue and murmurs, “Oh, young man, how ever did you do that?”
Ray doesn’t say a word as the doctor cleans and dresses the wound, just studies him, his perfectly clean-shaven jaw and cheeks and chin, at his handsome brown eyes, the neat coif of his hair.
Does he have a boyfriend? A husband, maybe? There’s no ring on his finger, but this is a ranch full to the brim of criminals and crazy people. Ray couldn’t fault the man for leaving his valuables in his car.
“There we are,” he says with a flourish after he sets the bandage in place. “Finished.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” says Ray softly, and the doctor arches neatly groomed eyebrows in surprise, a slight smile on his face.
“Ah,” says the doctor — Pilchard, Ray thinks his name is, but his name doesn’t really matter. What matters is that he’s half a head taller than Ray, that he’s plump, that there’s a handsome silver cutting through his hair; what matters is that he lets out a noise of surprise, but doesn’t immediately flinch away as Ray unbuckles his belt. “Ah, ah, Raymond, please, what are you — ”
“Saying thank you,” says Ray.
“Oh, God, you really don’t have to — ”
Ray drops to his knees on the tiled floor, leaning up, and he slides his tongue around Pilchard’s cockhead as he squeezes the shaft with his hand, just tastes the sweat-saltiness around it. The doctor is letting out half-babbled complaints, but he’s getting hard, and he doesn’t pull away.
“Please, Doctor,” says Ray, squeezing the base of his cock and slowly jacking him off, feeling the flesh swell under his palm, within the grip of his fingers. It’s growing quite nicely under his ministrations, is thickening wonderfully — just a blowjob today, but if Doctor Pilchard is their new regular visiting doctor, perhaps Ray will be able to tempt him into something more substantial another time. “I’ve missed this.”
There’s a wonderful roundness to his belly, the gut that so many men have begun to form by fifty, and Ray itches to feel the weight of it on his back as the doctor drives into him from behind, or ride him and let himself thrust his cock against its rounded swell.
“How old are you?” asks the doctor in a shaking voice, even as he tugs Ray’s file toward him on the desk — how many young men have sucked his cock? This can’t possibly be his first time, not with that handsome face, and frankly, not with his obviously fruity demeanour. “4th of November. 1999.”
Ray doesn’t bother to answer him, to confirm or to chatter on about it — he focuses on sliding his hand down Ray’s cock, tugging back his foreskin, watching the way the skin folds away from the brighter, pink-tinted brown of his head. He strums the doctor’s frenum with the tip of his tongue before he dips it into his hole, feels the way he jolts, and then closes his hips around Pilchard’s cock. He can taste it, the musk, the salt, as he slides his tongue around the head and then leans in deeper, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he tilts his head just slightly, drawing as much of Pilchard’s cock into his mouth as he can, against his cheek —
Then he tilts back, letting it slide over his tongue but not quite letting it come to the back of his throat — his gag reflex has always been too sensitive to allow for throat fucking, but he’s never found it necessary yet.
Pilchard is gasping just at this, his hands fluttering in the air, and Ray takes his hands away from the doctor’s thigh and the base of his cock to reach for them, pulling one into his hair and settling the other on his shoulder.
“Oh, you’re so good at that,” he moans softly, and Ray doesn’t let himself laugh as he starts to bob his head again, his cheeks hollowed to bring a little suction to the table as he squeezes the base of Pilchard’s cock. His balls are a pleasant weight in his other hand as he rubs and squeezes under the sac, and fuck, fuck, but he’s aching in his own trousers, wishes there was time to bend over the examination table and have the doctor fuck him. “Oh, you beautiful — Yes, yes, just like that,” he moans breathlessly, his fingers curling gently in Ray’s hair as Ray sucks harder, squeezing harder at the base of his prick and twisting his hand as he does.
He doesn’t last long — Ray moans himself as he feels Pilchard’s balls draw up tight, feels him pulse into his mouth, and Ray swallows him down as he comes, tastes the salty thickness of it on his tongue.
“Oh,” says the doctor again. He says that a lot. “You beautiful, you lovely little…” He looks almost dizzy as Ray stands and brings his trousers up with him, tucking his cock neatly into his boxers, and then lets out a sharp noise of surprise as the doctor slides his hand under the waistband of his trousers and hooks two fingers directly against Ray’s hole.
Definitely not his first time.
He nudges one forward and in, wet enough that it sinks right into him, and his other hand goes to grip at his cock.
His body is warm and soft where he squeezes Ray to him, and Ray closes his eyes and moans softly against his neck, taking in the scent of his soap, his shampoo, as the doctor strokes him off.
Oh, they’ll do this again alright. Ray’s body is fucking thrilling for this, and he’ll be having this every week if he can manage it from now on until his release.
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