Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

would I miss her when I have you? You're so much nicer. And cuter. You give way better head, and you let me fuck you in the ass."
    I grinned and rolled my eyes. "Cute."
    He smiled. "Wanna cuddle? I'm feeling a lot better."
    He was sitting on the couch in his pajamas, and I could see a rather obvious tent in his pants.
    "Apparently. But I think I'd better examine you first to make sure you are indeed on the mend. Take off your clothes and lie down on your bed."
    He raised his eyebrows. I raised mine.
    He stood up and made his way to the bedroom. I followed. I watched as he stripped slowly and then lay down on the blue coverlet.
    "Mr. Andenakos, you appear to have a large erection. Is that a manifestation of your illness?" I asked cheekily, staring down at his prone form.
    "I can't seem to get rid of it. But all of my other symptoms are gone." he said, his green eyes gazing into mine with a mischievous glint. Oh yeah. My man wants to play doctor.
    I cleared my throat. "You are a fine specimen, Mr. Andenakos. I'd better conduct a thorough physical to determine the cause of your, ahem, problem."
    I saw the hint of a smile on his face, although he tried to remain serious. "Thank you, Doctor Rogers." he said.
    I sat down on the bed beside him. "First I'd better examine the extent of the problem." I said, my eyes on his straining cock.
    "Yes, Doctor." I heard the excitement in his voice. I had a feeling he would be a very good patient.
    "Just lie still, please." I said. I reached out and touched the tip of his cock where moisture had pooled slightly. "Mm hmm. Just as I thought." I collected it on my finger and brought it to my lips.
    He watched, transfixed, as I licked the wetness off my finger with a thoughtful look. "It's a little too acidic. May be a sign of a nutritional deficiency. But we'll address that later."
    He watched as I stretched my hand out and wrapped it around him, getting a feel for his substantial size and girth. "You're very large, Mr. Andenakos. And extremely hard. Does this happen often?"
    He nodded, his breathing quickening. "It's been happening very often recently. Started about a month ago."
    I nodded, smiling in spite of wanting to maintain a professional demeanor. "And how do you usually resolve this issue?"
    "I usually fuck my boyfriend, Dr. Rogers."
    "I see. Well, since he isn't here right now, what do you propose we do about it?" I stroked him gently up and down while gazing innocently into his bright green eyes.
    "I could fuck you , Dr. Rogers."
    "Or I could fuck you , Mr. Andenakos." I said rather boldly. "I find in these situations that turning the tables on the patient holds the best chance of recovery."
    He went pale again, and for a moment I wondered if I'd overstepped a boundary. We'd never actually talked about 'turning the tables' so to speak. I knew he was okay with a couple of fingers up his ass, because that was one of the first things I'd done to him. But was he ready for my cock? I waited breathlessly for his answer.
    "Okay" he said quietly. "If you think it's best."
    I tried to keep my demeanor professional, while inwardly performing a very lewd and ridiculous happy dance. I nodded sagely. "In these circumstances, it's just about guaranteed to work. But we need to do some preparations first. I'll need to get my instruments."
    His eyes widened but I gave him a reassuring smile. I went and got a towel, and laid it under him with his help. Then I collected a bottle of lube, and went in search of something around his apartment that was the size and shape for what I needed. When I chanced on a round-handled ladies' hairbrush in the bathroom, I grinned. It looked very new and barely used. Perfect. I cleaned it thoroughly and brought it into the bedroom, throwing it down beside him.
    "Shit. That's Claire's. She kept it here for when she'd...sleep over."
    I nodded. "That's what I figured. It's ideally suited to my purposes."
    "Huh?" He looked confused.
    He watched in dawning comprehension as I coated the round plastic handle with lube.
    "Oh my god...you're not gonna put that -"
    "Knees up and spread, Mr. Andenakos."
    He gazed wide-eyed at the brush, then at me, the thought of having his ex-girlfriend's brush up his virgin ass making him nervous.
    "But..."
    I raised my eyebrows again. "Are you questioning the treatment method?"
    He shook his head slowly.
    "Then bend your knees and spread your legs."
    "Yes, Doctor" he gasped, obeying me as a fine pink blush spread over his cheeks.
    "When I